Is there a more fun sport for two year olds than duckpin bowling? We went on Sunday, and I can honestly tell you there is not.
Seriously, where else can you combine the sheer thrill of rolling a heavy, potentially toe-crushing sphere with the excitement of knocking things down and the high drama (and possible finger loss) of the ball return mechanism?
In short, it's a perfect day out. Especially when the day is really cold.
Samson and Oliver did a terrific job taking turns and sharing the balls. It got a little dicey when the lane next to us was occupied by some kind of Golden Girls meets Gray Panthers bowling club, but even their reproachful looks at Samson as he reached for their reset button didn't diminish the fun.
You should know that Oliver is an excellent bowler. He's actually more of a thrower, but he sends the ball speeding (sort of) on its way to its destiny with those little duckpins.
Samson, on the other hand, is more of a slow roller. Watching his ball meander down the lane and meet the pins feels almost like a Beckett play. Long periods of waiting for something to happen. Occasionally something does. Or not.
Even so, it was great. And Samson woke up Monday thinking we were going again. It's kind of hard to sell school as an exciting option when you've spent the previous day being encouraged to throw things and knock other things down.
In borrowed shoes, no less.
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