Real Bowling

I've been promising Alex all week that he could go bowling with Grandad on Sunday. So we did. He wanted to make sure it was real bowling and not Wii bowling. He was winning for the first four or five frames thanks to a spare early in the game, but I soon caught up and beat him - but only just. Ella, on the other hand, was more interested in just rolling the ball down the ramp. Anything after that was above her attention span.