On Saturday, we went to a birthday party for my friend's son, who turned 7. Dylan was the youngest kid there. It was held at a glow in the dark mini-golf place. I wasn't sure if I should take him, because I knew the place would be pitch black, and he has never been golfing before, and I was sure he would terrorize the other golfers, stealing their balls, and running off to place them in random holes.
It went better than I expected. I keep telling Jim, when dealing with children, you have to lower your expectations, then you are happily surprised if things go marginally well. The place was playing some great 80's dance music, and there was no music class this week, so basically Dylan NEEDED to get his groove on. A lot. We had a hard time getting him to come into the room with the birthday festivities.
We let him do his own thing on the golf course - as long as he wasn't bothering anyone else. He hit the ball a few times, but mainly just wanted to climb the neon green walls, and throw the ball up the scary clown ramp.
(He's dancing in this one).