In another glaring example of “I saw this going differently in my head”…I give you mini-golf.
In a nutshell: I envisioned a glorious day (it was! 74 breezy degrees), 5 cooperative children (they weren’t), my awesome nephew (he was), following all the rules (they didn’t), smiles (there were…but sort of evil smiles that scared me), good attitudes (there weren’t), no complaining that they hate mini-golf (there was), keeping the golf-ball on the “green” (they didn’t), no demands for food and drink (there was), basically a nice, relaxed, leisurely game of mini-golf with the family (it so was not), with no crying (of course there was).
I would now like to present you with photographic evidence of the shit show…
In the beginning it all seemed so promising..although if you look closely you’ll see that Joey remained stone-faced while I tried to get a good shot of everyone. And Cooper tried to keep his eyes closed the whole time. Just to annoy me. It is important to note that the tall handsome fella in the picture is my nephew. The five vertically challenged children are mine.
Unfortunately I wasn’t able to take pictures of me yelling at them the whole time. Super fun times on our week-long vacation down the Cape. Super fun.