Bowling prodigy?

We are on spring break this week and in an effort to keep the boys occupied, we went bowling. We went to Elsie's in NE Minneapolis after a friend told us that they had put the bumpers up and had ramps for the balls to roll down for the little ones. It was a fun and inexpensive outing. Aidan wore his madras pants (he picked this morning, so it was purely by chance) and they looked too perfect with the neon green, read and cream bowling shoes. The shoes were new(ish) and had velcro--a major improvement from the ones I used with two strands of lace left.

And Coleman loved loved pushing the ball down that ramp. "Go, ball, go!!" he exclaimed each and every time. And then he clap for himself, all proud. Aidan used the ramp a few times and then started to throw in freehand a few sets in. He was an ace! He got two spares and one STRIKE!! He always rises to the occasion, that first born of mine. Even when, of all things, bowling.

I didn't like bowling when I was growing up. Well, I didn't like bowling alleys, actually. The bowling I could take or leave. The smoke, the general smell, the undesirables, the bathrooms, I simply couldn't take it all. Maybe one at a time, but not all at one time. At 10am, the alley wasn't bad at all. Some overnighters from a local manufacturing plant were there winding down, but everything was clean, and thanks to the ban, smoke free. FYI: We didn't use the bathroom.