Last night's conversation with Tate:
Tate: I want to play hockey.
Me: We live in the desert. Where are you going to play hockey?
Tate: We need to move to Minnesota so I can play hockey.
Me: How do you know they play hockey in Minnesota?
Tate: Because it's cold there.
Treyson: What if one of those sharp skates cut you?
Tate: I will have big pads on my arms and legs and body. And besides I just have to watch out for the puck when it comes to me.
Who knew the kid knew anything about hockey?? I don't think we've ever watched a hockey game???
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Well, you know, we could use a boy around here, and the kids play hockey at recess... from November to May... Just a thought.
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