Zach went mini golfing for the first time this summer. The course here in town has several ponds and "streams" running through it. Zach whacked several balls into the water, and even shot one off the course into the batting cages nearby.
His second attempt was last week. I had promised him that we'd go golfing on the girls' first day of school. It poured that day, and for four straight days in a row. Every morning he'd wake up and ask, "Today we go "gowlfing", Mama?"
When we finally did go, it was a school day, and we had the entire course to ourselves. He golfed the whole course, going back to repeat the really "awesome" (his new favorite word) holes, like the house that sends the ball down to another level. Then, after completing 18 holes in 10 minutes, he "ran" the course, leaping over each hole until he got back to the first tee. When Chris got home from work, he asked Zach how his day was and Zach replied, "Good. I not gowlfed any balls in the water." I wonder if that's how Tiger Woods ranks his days?
