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Thursday, March 3

The Time I Went to My First Baseball Game.

When I went to my first baseball game, in Chicago I asked for a Pretzel and a Sprite. Instead the man gave me a Pretzel and a Beer. I didn't notice so I went back to my seat and ate my pretzel.

After I looked at my "Sprite" and asked my dad " Um, dad are Sprites supposed to be yellow and bubbly?" He looked at it and said " No, that's a beer." So me and my dad went back to the stand and my dad yelled at the guy to demand a free drink. If you didn't know the parent could go to jail if the child drank the beer. Even if it was on accident.

My point is that to be careful what your child drinks if he or she is careless and if you don't want to go to jail. I sure as well wouldn't want to go to jail if my child was careless.

1 comment:

  1. I think you have a good point because my mom and dad always look in my drinks. If we are somewhere public. You just never know what is in there.

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