It's after his soccer game. His team did very well this night in that they scored a goal. Make the final 11-1.
What we're talking about is our upcoming trip to Prince Edward Island. When he was very young, he called it P.P.I. So, to this day, we always call it PPI. A holdover from days of extreme youngness and cuteness.
Me: In two more sleeps we're going to PPI.
Boy: What's are we going to do in three more sleeps?
Me: Well, will still be in PPI. You and Mommy are going to go to the beach and we're all going to go to Rainbow Valley, and Daddy's going to go golfing. And you know what? In three more sleeps, maybe Daddy and Boy can go golfing together. Because, remember? Daddy called the lady at Rollo Bay. She remembered you from last year and said on the phone that a Boy could come golfing again.
Boy: Is there a lot of places to golf at PPI?
Me: Yes sweetheart, there are lots of places.
Boy: Is there a lot of places for me to golf at PPI?
Me: I don't think so. Most of the golf courses you have to be ten years old before they let you play.
Boy: Like in Bedford?
Me: That's right. Remember they wouldn't let you play and you cried.
Boy: When I grow up I'm going to build a golf course that's only for little boys.
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