We are on vacation this week and next. The first part of the vacation is at home goofing around before we board the train for Tampa Monday. We have paddled boats in the park, I have been sunburned at a lake and now, the day has come. My daughter beat me in a game of bowling.

The only thing that made the swallowing of my pride easier was the look on her face. She was so excited. Not only did she score her personal high score, but she beat her brother (I seriously think that is what she was most excited about).

We then bowled a second game and the universe realigned. I beat them both and she lost to her older brother. He was happier with those results but she did not care. She was too busy basking in her glory from the previous game.