On the golf course today

I took Ian golfing today. He loves hitting the ball down hills (don't we all), tending the flag, and raking sand traps.

On #1 today I had an 85 foot putt. I couldn't see the hole so I had Ian tend the flag. As the ball approached the hole, Ian dutifully pulled the flag out. Miraculously, the ball went in. (Seriously, it is probably the longest putt I have ever made. I stepped it off to measure it.)

I said, "Wow! That was amazing!"

Ian responds, "I know! I did a great job pulling out the flag!"