And he bowled.
And did quite well.
107 to be exact.
Better than mom.
He jumped, and jumped, and jumped.
Oh, and he got so excited over a strike that he ran perpendicular to the lanes and cut off a few older bowlers mid-stride.
Luckily they didn't slip and drop their balls and get a gutter ball and get really mad.
Everyone was pretty understanding.
We had a ball.