I did NOT think it would be ever so much fun to take Karis to play miniature golf. She did NOT get incredibly excited about it when we called it "putt-putt," thinking we were talking about our dog that we had left at home (Pup-Pup). Karis did NOT immediately start saying "woof, woof!!!!" and dancing around. We did NOT work hard to suppress the creeping feeling that this might not turn out to be the best idea.
At first she was really excited about the pretty pink ball she picked out and the golf club that was just her size. But then Daddy tried to show her what to do with them.....Notice the look on Karis' face in the first picture? She did NOT get incredibly insulted and try to run back into the building for "more balls." Then she did NOT have the biggest tantrum she's ever had in her life when she found out she couldn't. You know, the kind you see other 2-year olds having and you think to yourself "I'm so glad my kid NEVER acts that way!" Seriously. Who knew my sweet girl had in it her?
But after her Daddy took her to see the waterfalls she was back to her normal, happy, dancing, chatterbox self. Who knew she could flip the switch like that? :) So we did NOT decide to pretty much let her be just to keep her so happy since the whole point of this golfing experience was for her to have fun...
...and she did NOT turn out to be the biggest ball hog ever :) Every time we would hit the ball, she would run and grab it. Sometimes she would collect them all and put them in the stroller. Sometimes she would help us get a hole in one. And sometimes she would collect them all and have so much fun handing them out to us, making sure we each got the correct color. It really was great fun. Seriously. We had to really focus and make sure each shot counted, because it was a par 1 on each hole :) It was a good experience and we learned a lot. But we'll probably wait til she's 3 to try again :)
"Don't even think about taking my golf balls!
