I love this:
This weekend God blessed Rose, Leif, and I with the opportunity to do something fun and different. So we went bowling. That's my boy patiently waiting for that ball to get to those pins. And when I say patiently, I mean it. Because a two-and-a-half-year-old boy can only push a six pound bowling ball so hard, and there were times it didn't make it. But it wasn't for lack of concentration.
That's for sure.
