I mentioned in a previous post that I went bowling last Sunday. If you read that post, you know that I am nowhere near professional level when it comes to bowling. Despite this fact, I had a great time in a fun atmosphere.
My great-niece had a hard time holding the ball but she was bound and determined to bowl for herself. She'd roll the ball slooowlly down the lane and finally hit a few pins. She'd get excited and we'd all cheer for her. The foul line buzzer went nuts that night, as she kept stepping over the line.
My teenage daughter throws the ball like she's aiming to put a hole in the floor.
This is me and my hubby. He takes bowling seriously and I've learned not to make bets with him as to who will win because he always does.
Part of the fun of bowling is eating the greasy, fried food. Faythe likes to dip her fries in ketchup and ranch dressing together, then eat them.
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