Mini-Golf

Jason and I took Stella to play mini-golf for the first time on Independence Day. She was thrilled to get both parents to herself which rarely happens, and she was thrilled to play mini-golf, which she had never done before.

We tried to help her out with the rules and her form, but she wasn't having any of it.

She just wanted to do it her way. Her way included hitting the ball once, picking it up, placing it carefully next to the hole and hitting it in. Sideways.

I don't know if it is her inherited stubborn streak or her inherited love of croquet that renders her incapable of hitting a golf ball properly. Or maybe I should cut the kid some slack? I mean, she's only three.

She was very amusing, in any case.  In this house we spell diva with a capital D.