Build her an archery range.
To go with the compound bow and arrows he bought her for her birthday.
There is a path of stairs along the side of our house that leads to what is called in this neck of the woods a "pocket park," in our view a satellite yard. No one really uses this space, and lawyers have decreed that our home owners association remove the slide and swing set that were once there. We feel it our civic duty to take over and put the space to good use. Hence, the archery range. And later this spring, our personal badminton court.
I get plenty pissed from time to time about the (lack of) progress on our house, but am I cross about this one?
Nope. Not possible. Especially since this evening I could hear peels of laughter and shrieks of delight wafting up the hill. Someone (well, maybe two of them) almost hit a bulls eye.
5 comments:
ah, sophie is living one of my dreams - to become an expert archer so i can pierce some jerk in his fat ass... i mean, to become an expert archer ;) that's awesome. next thing you're going to post is that she's taking cello lessons, has learned to speak fluent japanese, and telemarked down K2. nothing like being shown up by an 8 year old...
How fun! My boys got bows and arrows for their birthdays as well. We haven't tried them out yet, though. Maybe this weekend...if it will stop snowing!! You lucky California girls. ;)
Sophie looks like a regular Susan Pevensy as she draws her bow against all that positively Narnian foliage!
Brava Sophie!!
What a great dad!
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