I was clocked in the cheek by my most adorable niece while taking a hiatus from work to play a quick round of golf. I did my best to provide proper golf guidance and encouragement but I was a step too close to her and she was a step too fast for my childless self and before I knew it I was stumbling backward, holding my face and thinking my goodness, this is what it feels like to be hit in the face with an iron. (For the record I think it was her 9 iron)
My brother was surprisingly on top of things and attentive. I, on the other hand, was completely out of sorts. My overpacked golf bag stocked with breath mints, dental floss, a pocket mirror, tampons, tissues and handkerchiefs, never mind the fall golf items, gloves, a hat and an extra pair of long socks, provided little recourse. I could not find a tissue even though a handful were staring up at me from an open pocket in my golf bag.
