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For my birthday, I wanted to go to a hockey game. And I wanted to actually watch the game, which meant my husband was in charge of watching the kids.
Boyo LOVED the game. Didn't quite get it - cheered when people were booing the refs, clapped at the end of the first period and then turned to me and said, "Home?", and was more content to watch the lights than the game. But he still had fun.
And Girlie? When I asked her if she liked the game, I got a "Talk to my hand, Momma."
For my birthday, I wanted to go to a hockey game. And I wanted to actually watch the game, which meant my husband was in charge of watching the kids.
Boyo LOVED the game. Didn't quite get it - cheered when people were booing the refs, clapped at the end of the first period and then turned to me and said, "Home?", and was more content to watch the lights than the game. But he still had fun.
And Girlie? When I asked her if she liked the game, I got a "Talk to my hand, Momma."
I truly LOATHE whoever taught her that.
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