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.
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| don't be fooled; she's about to throw down that racket and start crying |
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| 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.
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