(If you look closely, you can see the cross my brother shaved into his leg a few weeks ago... haha!)
We play miniature golf every year when we go up to the cabin. This year was no different. I'm terrible at golf. There was a challenge issued by my brother that he would win and beat my dad for once. My dad still won - just like every year. It was a fun day, like usual. Even though my sister continued to have a fourteen-year-old attitude like she's had all summer. At least she perked up enough to enjoy and be enthusiastic about faux facial hair...! But who wouldn't?