Elementary school-aged daughter has become quite the miniature golfer.
She is patient and knows not to overstrike the ball, helping to keep her scores low.
Having an older brother who plays a lot and enjoys making her competitive certainly helps as well.
Last summer vacation in the scorching South Texas sun, we played 36-holes on two connected courses; a mini-golf marathon.
She only had one of the dreaded "6" stroke holes, but on the others she skillfully finished with twos, threes, and fours.
She even showed off with a couple of hole-in-ones--one on a hole that it took big brother and I three shots apiece to finish.
After finishing, I thought about her fantastic performance.
Man, she is going to make her first date look real bad when they go out for miniature golf and ice cream.
I mean when she has that first date.
At like age 36 or 37.
I figure that will give her almost 29 years of additional golfing practice.
Sounds about right, eh?
Maybe my "dad math" needs some refinement.
Note: My first date, like one million years ago, featured mini-golfing and ice cream. I soundly defeated the talented basketball player with my golf putter, and thoroughly enjoyed the conversation and ice cream afterward. Unfortunately, I don't remember "point guard" going out with me a second time--so she was likely less impressed.
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