Every time we go to my father’s house, my daughter wants to toss the balls around on my dad’s pool table.
So, my dad decided to get her a mini pool table for Christmas.
There’s a far distance from tossing the balls around by hand and actually putting a cue in the hands of a three year-old, as witness by the picture of Michelle attempting to put my dad’s eye out.
(Actually, she’d trying to hit the balls on the table behind her, but she just hasn’t got the hang of it.)
I’m going to hide the cues for a few years. In the meantime, it’s pretty cute that she calls it a “ping pool” table after something she saw on my Buck Rogers DVDs 6 months or more ago.