The boys just discovered a fun way to spend an otherwise lazy weekend afternoon...duckpin bowling!
Meet the players:
I was the designated scorer and screamer. Though this time it was more of the "Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT throw the ball on top of your brother's head!" than the "Go!Go! You can do it!"
Bowling kicks for rent. Cute huh? MacDaddy had to settle for socks though. That or squeezing into a pair of size twos.
This is Mak, whose style is all about twisting and turning his body. Think telekinesis meets bowling.
This is Tato, our little bundle-of-nerves. You can look now, Tato. You can turn around. You're missing the best part!
The final tally:
The Mak-Tatos' scores were dead-even. I kid you not. Phewww. That sure saved us from some heartbreak. For the time being, anyway. No "Unfair!" on the ride back, no bruised egos to massage. Well.. except maybe for Player #3 (see score sheet).
Mak: "Papa needs a ball teacher, a coach. ".