I bowled a game with a cute and spunky seven year old today, by his invitation, just me against him. His mom and dad like me. And well, so does he, obviously. He's excited when he sees me. At one point he kinda hugged me, or was he trying to mawl me? Same difference with some boys these days hehe.
The bowling was fun. He liked to use the ridiculously heavy balls and dive onto the floor when he rolled them. Anything heavier than 8 pounds is a bit much for me also, haha, but I tried my hand at the ridiculously heavy ones too, and rolled them the same goofy way he did, minus the diving on the floor bit.
I only beat him by 10 measly points. I am embarassed by my lack of talent in front of my peers, but not with him. How I love it about children, that I can totally suck and they don't make me ever feel bad about it. He was just happy that I was there to play with him. After bowling we played pool and then we shot zombies in an arcade game. :)