This past Sunday was beautiful and sunshiney. Ryleigh wanted to go out and play tennis. We obliged, but we didn't really know that we have a mini John McEnroe on our hands. Rackets and tantrums were thrown, people. I guess she just thought she was going to go out there and tear up the court like Serena Williams or something.
|don't be fooled; she's about to throw down that racket and start crying|
|and this cutie face just hung out and napped|
Wheelchair tennis is a thing:
I think we'll get her a kid-sized racket and keep practicing. Maybe she'll play at Wimbledon some day.