For Sporty’s eighth birthday, she wanted to go play mini golf. We had been planning a trip to the little local amusement park the following weekend, and since they have a mini golf course we decided to squeeze it all together.
If you haven’t played mini golf with three children, it is not something I recommend. J and I learned last time that it is best if we don’t attempt to play ourselves.
Do I look patient in this photo?
Because I am not. Actually, I am not sure I can think of a kid activity I enjoy less than mini golf. I think I would actually prefer a birthday party at that animatronic mouse’s pizza place. On a Saturday afternoon even. And J is not much better. Fortunately, we had brought reinforcements.
The rest of the afternoon was great though.
The bumper cars in particular were a huge hit.
And there is not much I can think of that makes me smile bigger than watching my kids (and husband) ride on a little rollercoaster.
As long as I don’t have to ride myself.