He doesn't just like hockey. He eats, breathes, sleeps, and dreams about hockey.
He may not be able to tie his own shoes yet, but he can name every team in the NHL and probably give you the scores of the last few games.
When he's not at hockey practice, he's playing hockey in our living room. He owns three hockey toques and has many pairs of hockey PJs. (Except for the Maple Leafs ones he got for Christmas that he refuses to wear.)
This morning I fed him breakfast and lunch in front of the TV where he sat wearing his lucky toque (that's the reason Canada won), his favorite hockey PJs, and holding his indoor hockey stick. FOR 3 HOURS. HE'S 6.
Of course, it WAS the Denmark/Canada game of the World Juniors. And apparently that's important. GEEZ, MOM.
