Dear Gibson,

I think you might be a baseball player!  You've been playing catch with your dad lately, and you have quite the arm!  Today I asked if you are going to be a pitcher, and you said no - you're going to be a baseball thrower and hitter.  Ok, then!  Sounds good to me!  But you still have to learn to play the piano.  And play percussion in the band.  Deal?

Love,
Mom