After dinner and, later, a visit to the Pressleys' tonite, the boys and Jeremy were playing outside, while I talked to a friend inside. When I finally went out, Jeremy was chipping golf balls in the front yard, and Jones met me at the door, asking if he could have his golf club.I went in, got a pair of plastic clubs, and headed back outside for what ended up being Jones's first golf "lesson." For a child named Robert Jones, it feels like we're getting a late start!
Still, he - and his daddy, I think - had a ball, and I sat there thinking how amazing it is that my boy has gotten so big so suddenly.
The fun is just beginning.
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