We recently visited Cades Cove again in Tennessee. My sweet boy just had to take his golf club. They are hardly ever separated lately. It is kind of funny, at the shoe store he kept it by his side, at breakfast it had its own chair, and as we walked around on the trails he would take practice swings.
He posed with it in true Tyler fashion. Cheese!
As we crossed a bridge he was running and lept off the other side and landed hard on his belly. Most of the hit was taken to his knuckles, especially the one holding the club.
After we visited the ranger station for a first aid kit, we cleaned his ouchie with antiseptic and wrapped it carefully with a band aid. He was then good to go.