Sammy is on his way to play baseball, but I notice that he’s not wearing an athletic cup. While he says that he doesn’t need it, I know better. After all, what’s a Mommy for? I strip him down and make him put on his jock strap before stuffing in the cup—size extra small! He’s still fussy, though, so I have to show him first hand what’s going to happen if he gets hit in the crotch. I bust his tender little balls over and over again. Even though he’s wearing the cup, he still doubles up in pain. He’s never going to make varsity at this rate