"Where's first base, Mom?"

Baseball finally started for Chance. He's been waiting all spring....and finally He gets to play baseball, too. I know how he how felt. I've been waiting for Softball to start. We had our second game last night. We have a miscellaneous Team of women and we have a blast!!
Anyway Back to Chance. His second night of games was Wednesday night. I think the first question he asked me that morning was, "Mom, Where's first base?" So I'd explain to him where first base was and tell him as soon as you hit the ball you run as fast as you can to first. He'd nod and go play but he kept asking me off and on all day "Where's first base again, Mom." He asked me in the pick-up on the way to the ball park and then when we got to the baseball field he asked me again so I showed him and he payed close attention. I then turned to visit with some of the people there and when I turned back Chance had drawn a square in the dirt and was looking for rocks to use as bases.
"Wow Chance," Says I, "Maybe you should think about being a map maker." He stood up, looked at me, and he put on his thinking look, which soon turned to his I REALLY like that idea look. He played third base and short stop scored a point for the team and talked about how much he loves baseball the whole ride home. But, as soon as we opened the door he headed for the cupboard with the brown paper in it so he could make three maps. and when he fell to sleep on the soft chair that night he had his three maps neatly rolled up beside him, each with two small elastic hair clips holding them neatly rolled up.

What does this kids future hold????