I'm always on the lookout for new toys that will rouse the boys' curiosity,
engage their problem-solving skills, and provide blog fodder.
When the Ethelettes were here, they suggested a bowling ball might be an interesting choice.
I thought it a marvelous idea, and one which I wouldn't have to go looking for in the far corners of the pasture.
I mean, how far could a burro push a bowling ball? The darned things are heavy. So I went to a thrift store found this lovely red one.
Cost me nine bucks, which seemed a little pricey. I think they charged me by the pound.
Anyway, I set up a makeshift bowling alley in the corral and stood back and watched.
George couldn't hit the pins with the ball...
...so he made up his own game...
and hit the ball with the pins. Such a clever boy.
Me: Lucy, don't you want to play?
Lucy: No. I don't have the right shoes.