Perfect pool day
And when I say perfect, I mean the boys went four straight hours without fighting. This must have been a divinely ordained Summer Vacation Miracle, granted by the Virgin Mary, of course. Because she raised a boy.
Later that night a certain eight-year-old kicked our asses in poker.
I had to buy another set of poker chips just so Wally and I can hang in the game with this kid.
It's embarrassing, really.