Sometimes when you are at work mommy lets me play golf. I like to pick up my baby putter and my extra special 56 degree sand wedge to practice my swing. I like to bash my 3 wood against the door jam, perhaps sample a taste of my driver, pretty standard really. Sometimes just holding my pitching wedge is just what I need to do when mom is freshening up my downstairs situations. I guess what I am trying to say, dad, is that I like golf. Or at least the clubs. Thanks to auntie Sarah and uncle Jase who won me my first set of clubs while visiting play land.
Here I am mid-doorway-bash in my jammies...
Love, Felix
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