Oh goodness, that pool table has seen MANY better days. Its in my parent's basement, and has seen a good loooong life. Cameron didn't care what shape it was in. He had a BLAST. Once he understood you knocked the balls into the pockets, he refused help in knocking them in or retrieving them. He also insisted on using the wrong end of the stick.
You should have seen how confused he was when I asked him if he wanted to go play pool. He was confused that it would be in the house, AND that he wouldn't need to change into swimming trunks.![]()
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