We’re getting ready to check out of the Inn at the Park in Spokane and heading to Coeur d’Alene in an hour or so. My 6-year-olds have already been a handful, getting restless in the car and going at each other several times. Michael has a scratch on his nose from where Steven got him with one of his fingernails.
It’s pretty calm right now, but they’ll be fighting again soon, probably over who gets to play the Shrek game on my cell phone. I paid $6.99 for that app last night, thinking it would be worth it to keep them occupied in the car, but five minutes later, they were arguing over who gets to play the game first.
We were in Coeur d’Alene last April for their 5th birthday and played the resort course. For their age, they’re pretty good little golfers, and we made it through 14 holes before quitting at the island-green hole. Neither one could reach the green from the forward tee, and I tried explaining to them that it was because they weren’t quite big enough yet to hit a shot with 120 yards of carry, though they both came close. Michael didn’t understand why his ball didn’t make it so he went completely nutball, and we quit after that.
We’ll probably play the municipal course in Coeur d’Alene today, or at least I’m hoping to. We’ll see what my wife has planned. Plus I’m sicker than a dog, slept 11 hours last night and still feel terrible. Not sure if I picked something up from the kids or what.
Willie the Go 2 Pup stayed home with my daughter, and the only way I could get her to take care of him was to bathe him so I did. I never notice when he stinks because he’s my dog, I guess. But everyone else notices. My wife always asks me to keep him out of the water, but he’s a golden retriever and he likes to swim, year-round in fact. She thinks he goes beyond the usual wet-dog smell, though again, I never notice.
On the way over, I caught the tail end of the Mariners’ game and still can’t believe that the grand-slam, game-winning smacker Kendry Morales broke his leg in the victory celebration. Crazy stuff.
