Husband took The Swimmy to hit golf balls after school today. It’s part of his own evil plan. Originally, his evil plan was to have twin boys — right- and left-handed pitchers. I put the kybosh on that IMMEDIATELY. I’m all for early retirement (bring it on), but TWINS? I’m tired just thinking about it.
So, no twins.
Then his plan was to someday play on the Senior Golf Tour. The Swimmy put the kybosh on that one all by herself.
So, no Tour.
However, the plan has now morphed into The Swimmy being enormously talented in golf, getting loads o’ college scholarships, turning pro and, of course, our early retirement.
And so it begins.
It begins with Husband leaning down to tee up the ball for HRH and her tiny 9 iron and The Swimmy deciding it was time to swing it.
Right into Husband’s right eyebrow. I believe his face is now a Par 3.
Good thing we’ve got 14 more years of training ahead of us. Not sure Husband’s face is gonna hold up though…