Surprised

We don't let the kids watch much TV. The exceptions being: a little bit of sports, and a few measly episodes of Dora.  Well, despite the extraordinarily limited exposure, someone has fallen head-over-heels in love with hockey - especially the Bruins.

He even has his own stick (liberated from the swap shop at the dump - sweet!).

"Just wike da bwoo-ins mama"

But, he doesn't need a hockey stick. He'll play hockey with a golf club

"Hit da puck" he says, just to be sure I know
it's hockey and not golf we're playing.

He'll play it with kitchen utensils and wooden blocks

"Hittin' da wooden puck."

He'll play it in his pj's with a roll of toilet paper

"Dis paypah is da puck."

He's even got the wee one in on the act.

Anything he can do, I can do better.

That's one of the good things about the motherhood business - the surprises. You just never know what will catch their eye, make them laugh, light them up. And life, it just can never be full enough of sweet surprises. Explosive poopy diapers? Certainly I've had more than enough of that, thank you. But surprises? You can just keep 'em coming.