OK all you hockey fanatics, now don't get me wrong... I like the sport of hockey.
I love fun filled winter hockey matches on our Grampa's pond.
And it is the only sport I actually don't mind watching on TV.
And any type of exercise is better then nothing.
I just don't want to give up my life for the sport!
OK OK there I go being selfish again.
But come on... don't you think it is a little ridiculous when every weekend, Sundays included, of fall, winter and early spring are filled with hockey games and travelling to hockey games.
What? You don't?
But what about all the practices on weekdays, sometimes at 5:30am?
Come on. A little ridiculous... no?
Oh and then to top it off... hockey camp in the SUMMER!!! And this all can start by the age of 3!
And then Clayton goes and says something about well Kimberly it'll all be worth it when our kid makes it to the NHL and is supporting our asses. DON'T EVEN! Parents who dream of their kid making it to the NHL... and then proceed to get all crazy... while junior is out picking his nose on the ice and wondering if he'll make president of the chess club this year. Don't even get me started.
So the other day I say to Clayton, how about we meet in the middle... if our kids ask to go in hockey then we put them in hockey. But not before then and not if they don't show any interest.
And then Clayton goes and totally shocks me by saying...
Actually I don't think I want Shayla in hockey anyhow.
I don't know. She's a girl...
BECAUSE SHE'S A GIRL?!!!
Oh calm down Kimberly. I just don't want her to be one of those macho, tomboy girls.
What? YOU don't WANT her to be a TOMBOY?! SHE'LL BE WHATEVER SHE DAMN WELL PLEASES TO BE!
Not if we don't put her in hockey.
OH SHE IS GOING TO PLAY HOCKEY... BELIEVE YOU ME!
OK OK! Jeez Kimberly, she can play hockey if you feel that strongly about it.
He turned to walk away and as he did I caught the glimpse of a smile spreading across his face.
Which left me standing there with an open mouth, completely dumbfounded.
Did Clayton just beat me at my own game?
He just used WORDS to kick my ass to the curb!
How did that happen?
Using WORDS to get what one WANTS is what I DO!
Looks like I'll have to start watching Band of Brothers with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other.