2nd game this year, and G may be a fan for life. Tell her in the morning we are going to hockey, and she starts asking if she can get french fries and a hot dog. She says “our team is red” in the car ride over, and asks when we can start howling.
We don’t actually watch much hockey, its more an elaborate trip to an elaborate park where both girls get to run crazy. I think I watched 14 minutes of action total. Ironic that G was throwing a fit in the parking lot about how we’d miss the game when Mommy and Daddy were trying to get their tailgate on. We got her fries and a hot dog, and she promptly spilled her drink on the pile of extra napkins. Hurricane Genevieve gets her game face on.
you’d think this would get old after the 7th time
someone ate someone’s fries while someone was riding escalators
club-level provides a safe romping venue for a soon-to-be-standing baby
G is a fan of cheering
This made it 4-0 in the end of the 3rd, and we still had to drag G home.