The family that bowls together
It’s rare for our family to have a day on the weekend when all four of us are totally free. My husband works most Saturdays and Sundays, so I often feel guilty that our weekends aren’t packed with the cozy family togetherness I see happening with so many of our friends and neighbours.
Sometimes it feels like the rest of the world has Saturdays and Sundays off, and we’re “lacking” because our weekends aren’t jam-packed with cute family activities.
After a brief stop for doughnuts — fuel for bowling — we filed into the alley as a foursome. I guessed correctly at shoe sizes for the kids (their little feet are always somewhat of a mystery) and slipped into my own pair of 8s. (I love, love, love wearing bowling shoes. I know that sounds weird, but they fit me better than any shoes, ever.)
Now, my husband has always been a good bowler. His parents used to be in a league, and I’m convinced there is bowling talent in his DNA. He winds up very professionally and has a powerful swing that makes the pins explode with loud cracking sounds.
I couldn’t BELIEVE what happened next. Continue reading in my weekly parenting column, The Mom Scene …
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