I ate my quinoa salad, O. ate his PB&J, I. ate his turkey and salami and we sat on the 4 train headed to Yankee Stadium. This is the part of kids I really love, that I didn’t anticipate, that it took me awhile to come around to. It’s fun. It’s fun to go to a game and watch them take it all in. The crying, the bedtimes, I could do without that. But O.’s face when JD Martinez stepped up to the plate, his full-throated rendering of the national anthem, these parts are good parts.