We went to the driving range tonight as a family to hit some golf balls.

We must have looked like we needed the practice, because I bought 50 range balls and then two separate men gave us all of their leftovers.  We must have hit about 150 or more by the time we were done.

I hit a few, but mostly helped the boys figure out their swings.  Middle Boy is surprisingly good.
Younger Boy swings like a baseball player.  Neither boys likes feedback and surely I don't know.

I suggested golf lessons and they suggested I am ridiculous.

It was a nice evening out and we had a nice time.