Putt-Putt and Mouth Filters

Two posts in one day? It's crazy, I know. But I wanted to post about our Putt-Putt experience today. (For those that didn't read today's earlier post, you might want to read it. I shared about a rather big change in our lives that will take place on Monday.)

So, we headed out to play miniature golf this morning. This was shortly after a hard rain, so the temperature was a surprising 76 degrees when we began at 10:30a.m. That is unheard of this time of year!

Just before beginning our game, I coached the boys a little. I had to tell them things such as, "This is golf, so don't hit the ball hard like a baseball." And, "Stay with me or the boogie man might grab you."
You can't tell by their faces, but we did have a good time.

Did I just see a mushroom on steroids?
I did! Look at it! It's half the size of a zebra!
Why do these places have to decorate with stupid motif? Are the 'shrooms, zebras, and palm trees supposed to make me feel like I'm stranded on a deserted island with my kids, fungus, and zoo animals? If so, I think I need to be a little frightened.
If we were on a deserted island, I think my hair would look something like this:
That hairstyle is frightening. It's called U-G-L-Y! Clearly, I would have been better off in a hat.

Some interesting facts about today's game:

  1. Three of us scored at least 1 hole-in-one.
  2. Two of my boys could possibly be true golfers.
  3. One of my boys could be an excellent golfer if he could focus for more than 0.2 seconds.
  4. I won the game, but Liam was a close second.
  5. I had forgotten there is a "Five stroke limit" rule, but I'm pretty sure it was invented for one of my little guys. I'm not naming names.
We were famished after such exercise, so we headed to the boys' favorite pizza joint. While we were there, we ran into "Mr. Richard", who is the little man that repairs the boys' glasses.

(Yes, we are on a first-name basis with everyone in the "glasses place", because we're there nearly every week. Three boys are hard on frames.)

Jack, the one who loves all older men, ran to him and put his little hand on Mr. Richard's and said, "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the glasses place! What if I break my glasses today?" I just about fell over. That Jackson!

We needed Mr. Richard's expertise earlier in the week, so we visited him in the "glasses place" on Monday, too. It was at that time that Jack informed the sweet man that he had boogers in his nose.

I wanted to crawl under a chair.

Two days later, the same child informs his doctor that his breath smells like coffee.

I wanted to crawl under the examining table.

I don't think there's a filter on Jack's mouth quite yet.

After today's pizza lunch, we headed to Target to find Liam a new shirt for the first day of school. And I looked for a mouth filter, but they were fresh out.

If we were on a deserted island, I suppose Jack couldn't embarrass me on a daily basis, so I think we'll stick around here.

Y'all have a great weekend!

2 comments:

Daddy said...

Great post!! Wish I could've been there with you guys.

Debbie B said...

LOL! I'd like to say boys are so funny, but I'm guessing it's not just boys that love to embarrass their moms with what they say.

We've been to that place. I have an adorable picture of my niece on the mushroom'oid