I had barely opened my eyes today when I was hit with, "canwegobowling, please, please please. We have free tickets. PLLEEAASSEE". I thought for a nano second that pretending to be a deaf mute would be a great way of avoiding the subject but apparently my kids remembered that last night when I tucked them into bed I could hear and speak and that becoming a deaf mute does not happen over night. Just as they launched into the second verse of, canwegobowling, please please please, I said, "sure". I really thought they would forget. Silly, silly me.
I detest bowling. You have to wear shoes that someone else has worn and shove your fingers into the orrifices of balls that I can just tell have never, ever, ever, been sanitised, ever.
They didn't forget.
|A little help from her sister|
|Waiting for the ball to go all the way down that really long alley|
|speedy ready to bowl,. This girl makes me laugh|
|And she.s orff.|