Monday, August 24, 2009
Anyone for Tennis?
Me (The Daddy)
The Bean: Age 7
The Butterfly: Age 5
The Darling Wife
Our girls love tennis. And it's a good thing.
Tennis occurs around 4:00 on Friday afternoons. The DW and I and all the neighbors sit in lawn chairs and watch the girls attempt (with little success) to hit gently tossed balls over the net.
But 4:00 on a Friday afternoon means something even more important to the parents.
We all bring coolers loaded with beer and vino and leave loaded with beer and vino.
It's a good thing they like tennis. They'd have to play it anyway.
The Bean isn't especially good at tennis. We think she likes wearing the cute pink outfits more than chasing the balls.
The Butterfly isn't particularly good either. She struggles to make contact and when she does, she's lucky if it rolls all the way to the net. This is odd because The Butterfly is as strong as Bam Bam Rubble.
I invite myself onto the court where Coach Debbie isn't visibly frustrated. She tosses balls and the kids pick them up. Not a bad deal considering.
I suggest that maybe The Butterfly might be left-handed and suggest that Coach Debbie toss the balls to her other side.
I rest my case.