We've lived out here on the golf course for the better part of three days now and I can safely that only ten per cent of the hackers that walk down the seventh fairway carry their clubs.  Most drive themselves in a cart with canvas doors, and an abnormal amount of men tend to play from the women's tees.  I don't normally take a cart.  I love golfing way more than the next guy and I love walking a course even more.  I'm not trying to sound preachy or above anyone, I just only take a cart when I have to.  One of those night was this evening.

I took Miles out for his first round of golf.  He shot a 43.  I'm joking; but he did put a good swing on the ball several times.  We grabbed a cart because I'm not sure his little legs could handle nine holes, and I'm glad we did.  The poor kid was running out of gas at the ninth tee, but he was a little trooper.  When I tucked him in tonight, I asked him if he had fun.  "Oh, yes.  I had a great time.  But next time, I don't want to be tired.  Maybe...just one hole?"

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