I got my 4-year-old daughter a set of Hello Kitty clubs recently and yesterday we had our first "real" golf outing together. I honestly can't remember when I've had so much fun!
The photo shows her "loosening up" for one of several tee shots she hit. She saw me doing this with the club on the first tee, so she had to do it every time.
Some of the other highlights:
> On No. 3, I was left with a short chip from just off the green and only got it about halfway to the hole. "Geez, that's terrible!" I griped. Then I had another one on the very next hole and popped that one to within about a foot of the pin. "That's terrible," she said. Evidently, she thinks any shot from that close that doesn't go in is not good at all.
> On No. 6, the tee shot was straight into the late-afternoon sun and I asked her to try to watch the ball for me (of course, she has no concept of how to track such a small object that departs at such a high rate of speed). The shot felt real solid and I knew the ball went quite a ways, but I didn't see it at all, so I asked her if she knew where it went. "I think it went into the weeds," she said. When I asked which weeds, she pointed to a stand about 20 yards in front of the tee.
> I do a lot of bird hunting in the fall and she's always thrilled on the rare occasion when I bring home a brightly colored rooster pheasant. Well, on the par-5 9th, I pitched my third shot to within about 4 feet and told her that Daddy might get a birdie here in a minute. "Is it going to be a pheasant?" she asked excitedly.
It might've been the first round I've ever played in which I absolutely could not have cared less what I scored. I can't wait to do it again later this week.