A few months ago the boys and I were home alone while Kari was out for the evening. LT had been taking a golf class once a week after school and wanted to see some of my gear. One thing led to another, as things do, and soon we had our own makeshift driving range in the garage.
Some might question the soundness of the parenting decisions here but I think the fact that the tears didn't last too long after the golf club to the face incident only goes to show how truly brilliant the whole thing really was.
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