With only enough tickets to have each child each ride one ride, decided to try a family night of Miniature Golf. We went the option that was opened the latest. None of us will ever be able to make a living at this. Little Brother's swung his club and slid his ball over the turf as if it were an ice hockey stick; he held it like it was a crocket mallet.
Big Sister swung her club with force, but as if we're an iron or wood club. She decided to name her own number of strokes like we had be playing "Name That Tune".
The only rule of the game: don't swing until everyone is all clear.
Afterwards, we rewarded ourselves with ice cream.
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