bowling

On our family bowling date night (well, afternoon), I had the best time. I oohed and aaahed at the balls and noises, and flashing lights. I stuck my face over the little fan and giggled, I ran away again and again and again, I picked up my own ball and nearly dropped it on my toes, and I raaaaan, real fast to push my ball down the ramp. Mommy was exhausted.