I was witness to the following conversation earlier this evening, before the two headed off to the golf store together.
Chris: Okay, what do we need to play golf?
Callie: Um...a golf ball. And a golf club... (pauses, thinking hard)
Chris: And how about a golf bag?
Callie: Yeah!
Chris: And what do you need for your hand?
Callie: A golf glove!
And off they went to the golf store, and soon I received a text message picture with the caption It's begun:
Upon arriving home, Callie was very excited to show me her new
And then, she decided to test it out in the basement. She very promptly did a very good swing. It just so happened her very good swing swung directly into Chris' crotch. While he was on the phone. On a work call.
Thankfully the swing didn't appear to be very hard, and he handled it like a champ. I, on the other hand, was desperately trying not to laugh while she was looking at me to gauge my reaction. And whether or not she could get away with doing it again. She didn't.
As soon as he was off the phone, he made sure to reiterate the rules for the golf club, that must have been discussed in the car on the way home from the golf store.
Chris: Where did Daddy say you could use your new golf club?
Callie: At the golf course!
So with promises to visit the golf course tomorrow, Callie kept the golf club on the ground for the rest of the night.
Stay tuned. If Chris has his way, we'll be raising the next generation's golf superstar.
Or, at the very least, someone else that will play golf with him and Bops.
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