My five year old loves to hit golf balls. And it’s telling that on the first decent day in March, he’s out in the front yard, hitting them.
So why is he wearing a bike helmet?
I asked that very question, and I quote his reply: “Because, Dad. If I hit a ball in the tree and it bounces back at me, I’m going to need it.”
There’s no way to convey the sound of exasperation in his voice as he had to explain yet another of his plans to his dense father.
