On Saturday afternoon we finished putting on hole 3 and my brother and I started walking on the path towards the 4th tee box. Matty decided to take the road less traveled and ran down the grass embankment. However, the slope was a little steep and his legs started moving faster than he had anticipated. Suddenly, he fell facedown, arms extended, with legs flying up in the air behind him. He skidded on his face and chest about three feet before coming to a stop. I saw the whole thing.
I knew he would look over at me for some sympathy. I also knew that if I gave him some sympathy he would probably start crying. So I quickly looked away (partly because I was already laughing...I know...I'm a bad dad). When he didn't see me looking at him, he started to pick himself up. That's when I looked over and shouted, "Whoa! That was an awesome belly-flop buddy!" I started to chuckle as he stood to his feet. He looked over at me, fully recovered from his embarrassment and yelled back, "Did you see that dad?! I fell down hard!" We laughed all the way to the tee box.
When we got home that night we were telling Michelle all about our golf outing and then Matty said, "Hey dad, tell mom about what happened when I ran down that hill!!" After I told Michelle what happened and we all were laughing, Matty added to the story by saying, "Yeah mom, I was like a penguin...sliding down the hill on my belly!"