There are many things I am good at. Goofy golf is not one of them. My dad is a great golfer, my father in-law and mother-in-law are great golfers, my husband can hold his own, and my 12 year is a great golfer.
Me, not so much.
So when hubby and I took our son goofy golfing for his 12th birthday I knew this was going to be funny. The last time I went goofy golfing was when someone took me on a date in high school, so my “not so stellar” goofy golf skills were a little rusty.
I had to laugh because by the third hole my husband made up a rule that you get six tries to get it into the hole, if you do not succeed in six puts…..MOVE ON. I wonder who that rule was aimed at? 😉
But we had a blast. We strapped in three boys and took off to FUN TOWN. How can you not have a blast when the place is called FUN TOWN?
I think we failed our kids to respect their elders, because in this picture below they are acting like old men. I said, “Well if you are old at 12 what does that make me?” All three chimed in and said, “REALLY OLD.” I threatened no cake and ice cream for them but caved when they allowed me to win a hole.
Here is my son hitting his first putt. My youngest is use to playing REAL golf, this may have been his second time ever playing goofy golf. But I soon found out, he approached both games the same way–with serious concentration and an attitude of I am Going to Kick Your Behind.
Such serious goofy golfers:
Oh I am soooooo sorry honey did the ball not roll the right way? Pooooor Babbby.
That is ok, I know you can make it from here honey.
And this is how he celebrated. It is good to see he is so humble and does not gloat.
Side Note: Before walking out the door I said, “What the heck are you wearing?” He said, “Mom it matches, they are both black.” And I replied, “You are wearing ALL BLACK in almost 100 degree weather in FLORIDA!!” He did what any normal just-turned-12-year old would do…shrug his shoulders and ran to the car.
After a fun game of goofy golf and Mom having about 20 Million points we went inside to play a few of the arcade games. Anyone who knows my kids, know that if there is a basketball within a mile radius they will go to that first. This picture proves my point.
Also if anyone who knows my husband knows if there is a basketball within a mile radius he will steal said ball from child and begin shooting himself. Basketballs are just part of my life, I think it must have been somewhere in my wedding vows or something. I don’t know I was to busy looking at my husband’s dimples and probably agreed to “Love, Honor, Obey, and Live With Tons of Basketballs until death do us part.” Who knows, that day was all a blur.
All in all it was a great day, with great memories. Please don’t grow to fast baby.