Tough Met

Lainey and I were driving home this evening and she was telling me a story about her best little friend, Brady, falling off of his bike.

Mommy: Oh no - is Brady ok or did he get an owie?
Lainey: He's ok.
Mommy: Yes, I bet that Brady's a tough bulldog.  Just like you and Zach - you're tough bulldogs too.
Lainey: Mommy, I'm not a tough bulldog, I'm a Tough Met!!
Mommy: (chuckling) Ok, Lainey, can I not call you a tough bulldog anymore?  Do I need to call you a Tough Met from now on?
Lainey: Yes, Mommy. I'm a Tough Met.

I guess that Lainey has really embraced her new baseball team this year - she's made the full conversion from a Bulldog to a Met!!

Now, for those that don't remember, we have called our kiddos Tough Bulldogs for several years when they fall down or get hurt.  It's our way to help the kids get past the pain and fear, get back up and put a smile back on their faces.  We came up with this nickname after one of my favorite shirts that Zach had when he was younger - it was a red Carter's t-shirt with the picture of a bulldog and the word TOUGH.  It was awesome!! 

This was the best picture (and it's a great one!!) that I could find of the infamous Tough Bulldog t-shirt, circa July 2009.