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Thursday, January 05, 2006
The new playroom is finished -- T and I installed the carpet this evening, and ST was thrilled. As a special surprise for ST, T brought home a minature hockey goal, two little hockey sticks, and some small yellow balls for "pucks." ST was beside himself: during our Christmas trip, ST played indoor hockey with his two little cousins and they had an absolute ball, so naturally ST couldn't wait to play hockey in the new room with his Dad and me.
I was the goalie. ST kept taking shots at the goal, making "swish, swish" noises with his mouth as he pretended to skate around the room. ST and T passed the ball around, ST missing it more times than not. We were about 15 minutes into our hockey game when ST announced:
"OK, time to clean up!"
T and I were puzzled. Why would this child, someone so jazzed about hockey and finally having a place to play it in, want to clean up? (What toddler EVER wants to clean up?)
"Can't we play anymore?" T asked ST as ST came to retrieve T's hockey stick.
ST shook his head. "Nope. Everyone off the ice. The Zamboni is coming!"
T and I literally fell on the floor with laughter. How our child remembered the word "Zamboni" is totally beyond us. A few seconds later, ST pranced back into the middle of the room and handed our sticks back to us.