Spend
a day on the golf course with my Carter and you just never know what
interesting things you'll learn. He was definitely in fine form yesterday
for our outing. Let's just say my golf swing wasn't quite up to par (pun
intended) on many holes yesterday. I may have happened to have had a big
ole divot fly a bit after a fairway shot...I believe the divot flew farther
than my shot. Hmmm...
Out
of my dear Carter's mouth comes this:
"That's
a nice flying carpet!" I had no idea what he was talking about. "You
know mom, that chunk of grass you just hit further than the ball!" I
tried telling him those were called divots, but oh no, he was having none of
that. Flying carpets they now are.
A
few holes later and another horrendous shot by yours truly and I hear:
"There
was a fat genie riding on that flying carpet!"
Anyone
like to borrow him for a bit of humor in your day?
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