Golfland

On our way home from Legoland, Michael reminded us that we forgot to play golf and that we had to go back. It was the saddest but cutest sight! But since we "forgot" to do the 18 holes of miniature golf yesterday, we promised to take him out to play at Camelot.  We officially paid for 18 holes but I think he did more like 30 holes. He knew that when you play the last hole the ball doesn't come back, so he skipped it and continued to a second course.  His exact words were "We're not [sup]posed to play that one. It don't come back." He is too smart!

Ready Michael? I've been ready...since yesterday!

He shoots! Or he swings!

Oh no where did it go?

Did it come out of there?

There it is!

Some holes were quite difficult, like this one. He must've attempted to get the ball in the target at least a dozen times.

But it was nearly impossible for the little guy, so he opted to shoot it in, left-handed!

Hole in one!

My little golfer