that’s what eliza said after she completed the 18 holes. she had an interesting technique:
“i’m so good at golfing i should go to golf school. daddy could come as my teacher. i’m good enough.”
we went mini golfing one evening and had the course to ourselves.
it was one of those family outings that fluctuated between joy and despair, but apparently i only took pictures of the happy parts (the frustrated tears and competitive siblings reminded me of my family bowling when i was 11).