Street Ball

Last night, while hosting our Beloved Babkes and eating way, way too much pulled Cuban pork, Moros y Cristianos (black beans & rice) and tres leches cake, the boys decided that a spontaneous game of street ball was in order. We ran around, chasing Wiffle balls and babies, until the sun finally went down & we could all collapse in tired, sweaty heaps. It was a Sunday well spent.