Big Guy Day
Last weekend sissy and I went to a birthday party that was just for us girls, so you and your daddy had a "Big Guy Day."
You and your daddy went to the golf club. You were so excited, clutching your Snoopy putter on the way there. At the golf course you would put a ball down about an inch away from the hole to putt. You knew it was a special "Big Guy Day" and would periodically say "my big guy."
After about 45 minutes of putting, you and your daddy hit the restaurant where you devoured a ton of French fries with ketchup while watching bowling on TV. Things were slow so the waitress came by to talk to you. She crouched down next to you and asked, "how you doin' little fella?" to which you responded, "my a big guy."
Then you helped daddy pick out a few items from the club shop. When you saw him take his shirt off to try another one on, you tried to take your shirt off, too. You really are getting to be a big guy!
You and your daddy went to the golf club. You were so excited, clutching your Snoopy putter on the way there. At the golf course you would put a ball down about an inch away from the hole to putt. You knew it was a special "Big Guy Day" and would periodically say "my big guy."
After about 45 minutes of putting, you and your daddy hit the restaurant where you devoured a ton of French fries with ketchup while watching bowling on TV. Things were slow so the waitress came by to talk to you. She crouched down next to you and asked, "how you doin' little fella?" to which you responded, "my a big guy."
Then you helped daddy pick out a few items from the club shop. When you saw him take his shirt off to try another one on, you tried to take your shirt off, too. You really are getting to be a big guy!
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