Last year they each got 3 golf clubs for their birthday. Only one has survived, and even it has been repaired. They were cheap (which is why I let them tear up the clubs) and meant to be enjoyed, and they were enjoyed.
First they stretch.
Ben's ready!
Oh no, what to do when it's brother's turn to use the one and only surviving golf club?
Just find a stick lying around!
Mommy, I found a golf ball!
They make me laugh.
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