…and paint it purple and white.
On Friday’s trip to school, Arianna overheard the guys on the radio talking about how hockey is back and she had two requests:
1. “Can we go to watch a Penguins game?”
2. “When I grow up, can I play hockey?”
I wish I could make #1 happen, but the closest we’ve ever come is sitting outside at the playoffs (which is in itself pretty fun). And, if this weekend is any indicator, she really does want to play hockey, so we can definitely make #2 happen. You see, she told my mom that she was going to go to Chatham (my alma mater) and play hockey in the winter and baseball in the summer.
If only we can teach her to catch (with her eyes open), I think this sounds like a plan.