M and the Little Guy wanted to play golf. Truth be told, it's not my thing. I was torn between staying in and bonding with Big B or giving M a break. (Translated: Keep Little Guy entertained when his attention span has reached its golfing limit.) In the end, the golf course won out and off we went.
Despite the uncooperative weather and the all too short attention span, Little Guy played his best game ever. He managed to hit a 130 yard drive on the 8th hole and played par on the 4th hole par 4. I watched from the golf car as M proudly shouted out, "It's a real par! A real par!" I could see M beaming with fatherly pride as his chubby progeny enthusuastically made in the direction of the bunker (translated: giant sand box).
When my two boys made their way back to the cart, M announced that Little Guy was "destined to be a golfer." No doubt, the day's events had renewed his hope that there would be a golfing future for the Little Guy. A far cry from two weeks ago, when he bleakly informed me, that he had accepted that Little Guy just wasn't into golf.
Indeed, it was a good day for golf!
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