Day 363: Tin Cup

It's supposed to rain a bit these next few days, so we took advantage of the decent weather and visited Jurassic Golf, per Michal's request for dinosaur golf. It was Sivan's first time, and if unfortunately forgotten how difficult it is to take mini golf seriously with a toddler. Who throws her golf ball from the top of the Jurassic Golf mountain. And wants to hit every ball. And believes the green AstroTurf is the road less taken and she must choose that path. And cries because, well, it's golf, and we also cry with gold. It was fun, though, and she got very good at making sure my ball always made it into the cup, even if I hadn't had a chance to get a hit in on that particular hole. 

Got her red club and purple ball. This ball only made it through three holes before landing far below us in a mud puddle. 

Helping by throwing her ball down the lane 

She multitasked very well, climbing AND holding on to ball and club. 

Dinosaur. Velociraptor to be specific. 

There's always crying in golf. Always. 

And throwing of clubs. She did that more than once.