We've tried it once or twice before, sure, but on the whole it was waaaay more work than it was worth. And, truthfully, it was really kinda painful -- particularly without beer in hand. But now that they're strong enough to carry their own balls and can actually make it all the way to the line without just dropping the ball on the floor...or on SOMEone's poor unsuspecting foot...or into the not-so-terribly-pleased neighbor's lane, we don't even miss not having the beer around. Well, yeah, ok, maybe just a little. But the seasoned curly fries kinda make up for that.
And now that they can actually take instruction and make some genuine attempts to aim and even pick up a spare here and there (with the grateful assistance of bumpers, of course), they're just a whole lot more fun to hang out with. And even the occasional tantrums over missed pins are somewhat tolerable, seeing as how we ALL tend to take turns sharing THAT sentiment throughout the course of a game.
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Amy says I romanticize so many events in my life, which also conveniently allows me to block out the bad and exaggerate the good, and in so doing this time around, apparently, I forgot to mention the overwhelming stench of feet that overtook us when we walked in the door.
Yeah, I could do without that next time.
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