As it turned out, it was a fun-filled afternoon with minimal damage to our psyches and no damage to the golf course property. Well, unless you count the ball River through into the lagoon. Or the one he threw into a raised flower bed too high for us to reach.
Lennon loved the game this time and seems to be a natural at putting the ball.
River enjoyed throwing the balls (did I mention he lost two of them?) and pushing them into the hole with his plastic club.
He was also a fan of running around the green.
The course was beautiful and had a waterfall you could walk behind. I forced my children to pose for a picture behind said waterfall.
I was only able to get a smile out of Lennon after sternly forbidding him to smile.
There was also a great lookout point.
For Dennis and me, miniature golf is all about competition. It's the only sport where I stand a chance at beating him. Therefore, I must post the scorecards of our two games. I won a game and he won a game.
Despite our savage rivalry, fun was had by all. And Lennon has been begging to go back and play again ever since.
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