Golf is the sport of choice at our house. Not my choice, of course — my choice would be no sports — but so long as neither of my kids want to play hockey, I'll be happy. I mean, 5am ice time seven days a week? Yeah, no. I'll gladly resort to bribery (i.e. Here's $50 to never mention hockey to me again) before I let that happen.
Because Nate is an avid golfer — and a very good one, at that — he has always looked forward to taking Calvin golfing. Since Cal's not quite old enough for a day on the course, they do a lot of backyard practicing with a set of plastic toy clubs. From the looks of things, there's hope for Calvin following in Nate's footsteps. He hits that little plastic ball effortlessly.
Last night I made the mistake of coming out to watch them. Calvin brought me his club and told me it was my turn to golf. I laughed and said "Oh, I'm not a golfer. This is a fun game for you and Daddy." But Calvin insisted, so I took the plastic set out into the yard, got into prime golfing position, and swung.
I missed the ball.
Nate laughed.
Calvin, encouraging me from the sidelines: "Almost!"
I squinted my eyes, got back into position, and swung once more.
I missed it again.
Nate laughed harder.
Calvin, shaking his head as he came to take the club away: "You're not a golfer."
No kidding, kid. What did you expect? The closest I ever came to a team sport was yearbook.
4 comments:
I just LOVE the last line on there. Haha!
Maybe you should take him mini-golfing. :)
Awe...I love that Cavin tried to encourage you. So sweet.
Golf isn't a sport;) Also, yearbook was very hard. So cut yourself some slack:)
Ha! That's hilarious. I hate to be a hater, but I probably would have been laughing with Nate LOL!
PS I like the new background... cute!
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