A Whole Different Animal

While discussing my trip to Pittsburgh for The Winter Classic with my six year old daughter she asked if someday I would take her to see the Capitals play.

Would I? The only things that would make me happier would be taking her to a Bucs game, a WNBA game or if she picked out black bedding with pink skulls all over it and those three things have all already happened.

She went on to tell me how she knew all about the sport because they played at P.E. The only difference was that they didn’t have ice in their honky rink?

“Your what?” I asked.

“The honky rink.” she stated clearly.

“Hockey rink, honey. HOCKey.” I enunciated.

Because – WOW. It was bad enough that sometimes she doesn’t wear pants to school. I really don’t want her going to school and telling her teachers that her mom drove to Pennsylvania to watch a honky game. I could never show my face at a PTA meeting again.*

All Skate

* Not that I ever went to a PTA meeting before.

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  1. smart aleck says:

    I’d make sure she knew how to pronounce Bucaneers correctly also–it could be completely funny but dangerous.

  2. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHonky rink! hahahahahaha

    Good call on correcting her but wow that would have been funny to let go for a while!

  3. My African-American friends have also called it a “Honky Game”…maybe we move in the same circles…

    Happy New Year, Goon Squad Coach!

  4. She’s kinda right, right?

  5. The honky game. Snort. Oh i love this age. They are so dam funny.

  6. *snort* A honky game! hahahaha! Definitely want to teach her to pronounce hockey. Happy New Year!

  7. I almost had wine come out of my nose. I will never hear someone say hockey without laughing again. Honky game!

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