Today Johnny-Boy decided to play golf. (Notice his mismatched golf uniform!) If you think that's strange, he once played golf with a grape and a celery stick. He plays golf with any stick-like object and any round object. He is a very strange child...one who's obsessed with golf. This past fall, he robbed squash and gourds from the fall decorations on the porch - why? So he could golf with them, of course. The weirdest thing about all this golfing around? No one in our family plays golf. Not my dad. Not my grandpa. Not my other brothers. So how does he know how to golf anyways??
I got to play his caddy. In other words, I got the balls that he hit into the ditch, woods, and chicken coop. He discovered that if the balls went in the ditch, I would get them for him. So golf turned into throwing-balls-into-the-ditch-so-my-sister-can-fish-them-out-for-me. Finally I walked away and said "Bye balls!" Johnny looked at me and said "Dez?" (Please). And how could I turn down that face? He joyfully jumped up and down as I got the ball out. He then promptly threw it into the ditch again. This cycle went on for a while until I gave up and went inside.
He could have learned it from Shawn. He sometimes likes to play golf at Grandpa's.
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