Dean had a BLAST. Before we even got geared up to go outside, Dean was asking where the pucks were. We have never taken the kids to a hockey game, and we don't watch sports at home, yet somehow, Dean-o knew EXACTLY what to do! In must be innate to boys from the frozen tundra.
Dean spent a lot of time as the goally! Honostly, after we left, I realized he might not have given the other kids a chance. He was also the last child to go in, and would have stayed outside much longer if I had let him. None of the boys minded a bit when they fell down. They just got right back up and came back for more.
Marly had no interest in the puck or sticks. I encouraged her to join the boys if she wanted, but she prefered to slide around the other end of the rink with Mommy.
It was a great afternoon. Dean can't wait to come back, and I think we will get skates for the kids next year.