Golf lesson

I look out the window and my heart is warmed to see my guy and our two gifts from God out playing golf in the front yard. It's dusk and they look so sweet.

A few minutes later my guy comes in alone. He says, "I just don't know if I'm cut out to handle this sometimes." He's frustrated. hmmm Not the scene I thought it was.

What's up? I'm trying to show him a few things and he just won't listen.

Minutes later, the troops come rolling in. The boy is raging.

He says, "I'm so frustrated! I wanted to go out and play a little golf and Dad turned it into BOOTCAMP."

Now I've never been to bootcamp, nor has the boy that I'm aware of. I have, however, had a golf lesson, which didn't really feel like my idea of bootcamp.

Not sure what happened between my twilight scene and the bootcamp fallout but it validates once again, this parenting thing isn't for wimps. There really should be a better manual for this.