That means, my alarm went off at 3:15am this morning.
Three Fifteen A.M.
Tell you what, if that little turd of mine didn't love hockey with every fiber of his tiny being, it would barely be worth it. But he loves it, and thus it's worth every coffee overloaded o'dark thirty wake up we have.
These little hockey players, none of them over the age of 8, somehow perched themselves on top of the boards acting like big shots, waiting for their shift to start.
It was cute, these miniature hockey players acting like adults.
Cam (far left up on the boards) and his hot shot teammates. The rest of his team was smarter to stay on the bench |
Someday that jump won't be so far, fellas.
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