If croquet ever becomes an Olympic sport, Colter's going to bring home the gold. I have no clue where my boy's obsession with croquet came from, but it's one of his favorite pastimes even though he doesn't play very often. He talks Daddy into it much more than me. Colter loves croquet so much that a badly written croquet song to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies" is part of our bedtime ritual. The words vary from night to night, but it consists of our family playing a crazy game or croquet in which balls end up on the roof and in our neighbor's yard. Yes, we are a little bit goofy. Just a little.