Saturday we took the boys to play mini-golf (the occasion, Matt’s 33rd birthday). We went to one of those cosmic, play in the dark under the black light places. After about three holes Morgan decided putting from the starting point was for fools. He instead dropped his ball maybe six inches from the hole and then scooted it into the hole with his putter. Where he then prompted us to “come on guys” because we were taking too long.
Tyler seemed to get the hang of it pretty well (but I’m now told that he’s been to the putt putt course before).
After a rousing round of mini-golf we headed up to Carlinville where Tyler and Morgan played with Grandma and Grandpa while we went to see Evan Almighty — which was much better than I had originally anticipated. If you have a free afternoon it’s worth the matinee for sure.
So Happy Birthday to Matt — you’re finally as old as me.
Mini Golf Morgan Style …
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