"Let's play mini golf," dad suggested and we all nodded in agreement.
"We will be spilt into two teams, the adults versus the kids."
Asher and I both smiled at each other while James smirked. "Ha! You guys are going down," he told us but his smirk was quickly whipped off when dad said he was on the kid's team.
We took our golf clubs and began playing. The game was intense and both teams were tied, which wasn't a good thing as James needed to make the last hole count so we could win.
"C'mon James just play already. I'm starving," Asher whined. "It's not even that hard, just aim for the hole so we can win already."
"Gee, thank you for the encouragement, really makes a guy more comfortable with not wanting to screw up."
The rest of us laughed at their antics. James and Asher had a somew
