At Miranda’s request, we have set the ping pong table up in the basement.
There’s a fair bit of room down there, and the kids are having fun at it. I’m glad, because getting those sheets of particle board which make up the surface down the stairs was very hard work. 🙂
For the record, the ping pong table is almost as old as I am: inscribed on the underside is a note from Mom to Dad, wishing him a merry Christmas, 1973. ❤️
We watched “Balls of Fury” tonight. Afterwards, Ian wanted to play ping pong. He and I went downstairs, and he really was in the zone. Best ever. Funny how that works.