Tommy squints at the small white ball on the grass, his cheeks puffed with determination. He has his new golf top outfit on and can't wait to start playing. Dad gives a big thumbs up and grins. "You can do it, champ! Give it a big whack!"

Tommy swings with all his might. But he looks up and notices that the ball hasn’t move at all. It just sits there, not even rolling an inch. "Hey! Why aren’t you going anywhere?" he giggles, scratching his head.

Tommy tries again, 1...2...3. The ball goes high up in the air but lands in some bushes. Charlie quickly chases after it, laughing, his feet getting tangled in the grass. Dad tries not to chuckle too loudly. "Come back here, silly ball! You’re supposed to go to the hole, not on a bush adventure!"

Tommy huffs and puffs, but he can’t help giggling. "You’re the silliest golf ball ever! Are you playing hide-and-seek?" Dad comes over and kneels down beside him. "Maybe you have a magic ball! Let's make a wish before you hit it" he suggests, winking.

Tommy and Dad watch as the ball finally rolls - wobbly, but forward—bouncing over a bump, and landing near the hole. "Hooray! I did it, Dad! I think it listened to our wish!" he shouts, giggling. "You did great, buddy.