We went bowling on Wednesday.

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.

That is, when he wasn’t rolling around said lane.