I am a HUGE fan of efficiency and multi-tasking.  I think most busy moms are. 

Every time I wash my hair in the shower, I always shave my legs while I let the conditioner sit on my hair for a couple of minutes.  Sometimes I clip coupons while dinner is cooking.  I try to catch up on my reading while I nurse the baby.  I plop down on the floor and do ab crunches while I talk on the phone.

Just kidding about that last one.

It seems my efficiency gene has been passed down to Dirty Harry.

I snapped this photo of Harrison right after he had just smacked a ball into left field and landed a double.  I love this photo.  He is the picture of concentration as his teammate gets up to plate, ready to run at the first crack of the bat.  He is determined.  He is tensed.  He is ready.

Did you notice that he is wearing batting gloves?  That was a new thing for this game.  He had not worn batting gloves all season.  Well, after he advanced to third base, he decided to do what he had seen the Major Leaguers on TV do and put them in his back pocket.  That was fine, except that he was not fast enough, and when the ball was hit, he was still trying to put one of the gloves in his pocket.  He took off a few feet towards home plate to see what the infield would do with the ball and dropped his glove mid-baseline.  Uh-oh….they try to throw him out at third, and he dashes back.  The ball is overthrown, and so his coach sends him home.  Harrison takes off, but the ball has been recovered by the third baseman and is being thrown to home.  I watch as my son pounds down the baseline, but wait a minute….what’s this?….what is he doing?!  Oh my word, he is stopping to pick up his dropped batting glove!!!  He does it in one fluid motion, then continues running towards home, he slides and is safe.

I slowly exhale the breath I had been holding.  And then I laugh.  I laugh right along with everyone else in the stands.  I marvel at his efficiency.  It very well was almost the right thing to do, pick up after yourself on the way to score a run.  And then I wonder aloud for the stands to hear me, “Strange that he will pick up while running the bases but will not pick up his room.” 

I think he must have selective efficiency.