I've been teaching Riley how to play Hot Shots Golf Fore! on the PlayStation. If she uses the "everyone" club, she does a pretty good job. But she still gets frustrated that she can't beat me. No one can beat me at this game, so she really shouldn't feel bad.
Anyway, today, Doc discovered that the cable line in Riley's room works and he hooked up a TV in there, much to my dismay. He just put her to bed and came in our room and told me that Riley was in her room watching the PGA Senior Open.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, "She thinks if she watches it, she will be able to improve her game on Hot Shots Golf."
"Wow," I said.
"I know," he replied.
We both got a little misty.