For those of you who know my dad, you know that he golfs. A lot. Which means that he spends a lot of time at the local country club. Even when he isn't golfing he likes to hang out there. He says he is going to the club.
Well, Saturday we went to my aunt's house to swim in her pool. We got to see my grandparents and Bunk and just relax. At one point the boys were playing on a low brick wall that surrounds the patio area. It's probably a foot high. They were sitting on it, eating, playing with their toys, etc. They kept calling it their clubhouse. I didn't really think anything of it. At one point Ben comes over to Sally and me and says, "If you need me, I'll be at the club." I just about fell over laughing. I wonder where he's heard that before. That is exactly how my dad says it.
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