Lyn is so excited that we will visit this summer that she says so with each phone call or Skype conversation. During a recent call, she invited us to go bowling with her. We accepted. She promptly changed it to a challenge, claiming that she's going to win.
She's delighting in the anticipation of beating me, my husband and kids at bowling. "I can get three strikes! You need the bumpers!" gets thrown out like she's a professional issuing smack talk. I laugh and tell her I'll gladly use bumpers and not be ashamed of my lack of bowling prowess.
Mom will book a time for us at the alley. We'll give it our best but know that Lyn will be the winner.