Easter weekend we were in Coral Canyon enjoying the Southern Utah sun as a family when we thought it was much too quite, and in fact it was... the boys had left the house, gone through the fence and were on the Coral Canyon golf course. The golfers were at a stand still while yelling at the boys to get out of the way (technically they weren't in the way, they were in the brush to the side of the players). The boys were ignoring them and hoping they would "play through". Just as Joel was going to get them the boys were ushered into a golf cart by the golf marshal and escorted to the club house. Joel yelled to the marshal saying the boys "belonged at this house" but I think purposefully avoided claiming the boys as his own. The marshal yelled back that the sheriff would handle it and this was good enough for Joel (we sometimes pray for the sheriff to get involved when it comes to the boys... OK not really but kind of). A few minutes later the golf cart arrived at the house with two sheepish boys who we suspect had received and earful of expletives explaining why they were never to find themselves back on the golf course.
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