My daughter turns 8 later this month and we had a birthday party for her this weekend. We’re sort of cycling through all of the cheesey birthday party themes, so this year we took her and several friends bowling.
Now nothing beats getting home from a party, looking through the pictures and seeing your 8-year-old striking a pose you might see at a Kid Rock concert (she’s actually just twirling her hair there).
Hey, these are my M&Ms, dad!
Heaven is a french fry.
The birthday girl ready for takeoff.
Hmmm… I got dad’s computer to reboot, I wonder if I can figure how to do the same thing with this one.
This is the only way to bowl. Run up to the lane and simply drop the ball. Then lay down and wait for five minutes while the bowl makes its way leisurely down the lane.
Any day now, that ball is going to get close to the pins.
Emma on the other hand was all professional.
Colin, on the other hand, could care less about bowling.
Fascinating. Really? You don’t say.
Contemplating plans for world domination.
Balloons! Ohmigod, they got me balloons!