Have I mentioned that Chris is playing ice hockey again?
He is.
Today he got out his stick and was practicing his stick-handling for Caleb to see.
As if he needed any more reason to think his Daddy is the coolest person on the face of the earth.
I don't know what I'll do if Caleb decides he wants to play hockey.
I can't bear the thought of him being checked by some angry player the size of a grizzly bear.
Or the thought of him getting his teeth knocked out by a flying puck.
Luckily, I have time.
First he needs to learn to skate.
Or learn to walk.
Or get some teeth.
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