It was on my ‘list’ of things to do this summer.
The older boys were rather competitive; comparing scores after each frame. [It always surprises me that they’re so – overtly – competitive with each other. The professor tells me that’s just what boys are like.]
The game was a bit slooooow.
Because ‘someone’ insisted on rolling their tiny ball down the lane at a half-mile-per-hour pace.
I will have to show Wes that last picture!
The Hen’s legs seem 8 inches longer than the last time I saw him. Or, who’s the boy in the second picture??
Yep, that’s the Hen. He was wearing his older brother’s shorts – so maybe that’s why?