Then we decided to try our hands at miniature golf. Rory, was really uninterested, we got her to play maybe 3 holes.
Max stuck it out for 9 holes before he slowly lost interest.
TaTa and I had fun attempting to compete while keeping an eye on the kids. You know, while they threw there balls in the water to retrieve with the net; running across the green right when you hit your ball distracting you and possibly even kicking your ball mid-hit; and you know, Rory's potty accident at the last hole.
So yeah, miniature golf and the kids? Not so much fun at this point in their lives. At least the sun finally started to show up when we were finished and we were able to lay out on the dock when we returned home. Let's hope it keeps up for tomorrow!
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