The PGA Tour Stops Here

When we were in Hawaii last month, the PGA tour was kicking off in Kapalua.   This past weekend, we were again in the same town as a stop on the tour here when the PGA held a tourny  in Scottsdale.   Now, I’m not a huge golf fan; oh, I’ll watch it every once in a while ~  I think it looks like fun, and how many sports are there where you can go for a walk on a gorgeous piece of land and get paid for it?   But suffice to say that we have never taken Kenny to a game, nor watched one on TV in his presence.   My in-laws live on a golf course part of the year, so he’s most definitely observed a few drives and putts, and that’s the only explanation I can think of as to why Kenny suddenly took it up today:

Yes, that’s him in the backyard, playing golf with a frying pan and a wiffle ball.   I was making his dinner, and turned around to spy his intense game…

(It’s just coincedental, by the way, that he’s dressed that way…   he and I went to MOPS this morning, and I am always conscious of the fact that Scottsdale, AZ is a wealthy town with very well-dressed toddlers dotting the playgroup landscape.)   But there he was, carefully lining up his shots and then swinging with determination.   He even managed to hit his target a few times…

… though a few times he was caught in the gravel trap…

That’s my boy.   This is the same kid who takes his wiffle balls everywhere he goes.   Like Linus with his blanket, Kenny can’t leave home without “Ball” and “Udder Ball.”   Today, he actually took both balls and his plastic baseball bat with him into the MOPS classroom.   I explained to the amused volunteer that they were his “security items” and she nodded knowingly, as if a two-foot-high lad in a sweater vest is most always expected to be totting some sort of sporting equipment.   Teddy bears are for sissies.