We had a free day so we decided to go miniature golfing. Sounded like a good time. We piled in the car and headed on out. We didn't end up where we thought we were going but no big deal... where we ended up was cheaper anyway. We pull in and wouldn't you know it... Steve got a call that he had to take. So rather than have the boys screaming in the car we all piled out so they could scream outside of the car.
After standing around waiting for Steve to finish, I decided that we would just start with out him. I got us all paid for and we headed in. I live with a competitive bunch of boys so I thought I would take score.
That lasted less than the first hole.
Benji wanted to throw all the balls into the water.
James was hitting the ball like he would with a 9-Iron.
Tommy kept putting his ball by the hole, putting it in and declaring that he got a hole in one.
And Tim kept stopping everyone elses balls as they were rolling down the green.
I decided that keeping score was not going to work with this bunch.
Steve finished his call and joined us on the 3rd hole and was happy to practice his putting again.
Of course this is after trying to throw the balls into the pond. Try to get the balls out of the pond. Trying to get himself in the pond. grabbing people's balls and running away. Not wanting to stay with us.
But that is neither here nor there.