I can understand baseballs, especially in small areas. A baseball to the face will fuck your day up. Other than that let the kids be kids.
"I want you to get out into the fresh air and make some friends. Run around, scrape your knees, get dirty, climb trees, hop fences, get into trouble, for crying out loud, not too much, but some. You have my permission. How many mothers do you know who say something like that to their sons?"
For some reason it reminded me of the sandlot.