Last night, our neighbor delivered a cryptic warning as we stood around chatting: “You…uh…might find some golf balls in your backyard.”
Well I took Miles outside a little bit before dinner tonight, and find the golf balls he did. He then insisted on finding the “stick” used to hit them. And while he didn’t have any real luck there, he made do with what he could find.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 