Last week Big Dude introduced two of our boys to a piece of his past: frisbee golf in Manito Park. The course was pretty much the same as it was 20+ years ago, though he thought perhaps a tree or two were missing.
It’s possible that early on a certain someone might have grumbled about having a “lesser quality” frisbee. Said person might have traded frisbees a couple times.Awwww, ain’t we cute?
About this point, the aforementioned grumbler [cough cough, Middle Dude, cough] may have said something to the effect of “This isn’t fun. I quit!” And so I dragged him along to the gardens to take pictures of flowers in the near dark while the other dudes finished the game.
Not a shabby way to spend a beautiful summer evening…