Bowling

My son and husband went bowling before school started at my son’s school last week.   My daughter, already in school for the year, missed out and was unhappy because she wanted to have a chance to knock down all the pins and get this thing my son was talking about, called a “turkey”.   Today we planned to bowl and take her with us.

There was a bit of a scheduling calamity involving things not being put on the calendar in conjunction with us forgetting we’d told my daughter we’d go bowling, but we’d promised, so we made it happen.  

Leagues were happing all day long, but all forty lanes would be open after five o’clock so we headed over at five-thirty, meeting my husband there as he came back in town from playing golf.

I don’t know what my daughter expected, but I think she had a good time.   She was most interested in the ball return, which ball was “hers” even though her and her brother’s balls were the same color and style.  

Things of note that happened:  my son knocked down the side rails two times in his exuberance, my daughter got a spare, and my husbands bowling shoes—which he hadn’t used in years—both fell completely apart in the first half-game.

No one got a turkey.

The Big Boy Tiny Girl Labor Day Update:  Both children are going to rock climbing camp today.   To prepare for this, we went and got donuts (with sprinkles) after lunch for tomorrow’s breakfast.  My son is excited about going but my daughter, for the first time ever, isn’t interested in rock climbing.   We’ll see if she changes her mind when she arrives tomorrow.