Golfing with Dad

Awhile back Papa and Gigi bought me my very own set of golf clubs. I liked to play with them but had never truly gotten any lessons. (Mom finds this quite hard to believe.) Well, Wednesdays is my night with dad (Mom goes to Bible study) and he's been giving me some lessons.


(Hmmm, no one has their eye on the ball.)



The best part of the lesson is watching dad run to get the ball when we've hit it across the street. Just like in the real game of golf, if it doesn't go in the street, I'm not very happy. I suppose this is how adults feel when they can't get it in the hole. Thankfully, my target is much larger.