How You Know When Your Kid is Obsessed....

I don't know about you, but with everything that has happened this week, I could use a little levity right  about now. But before I do that, I want to let you know that I am still processing our Boston experience and will try to get to writing about it this coming week. Thanks for your patience.

So,  in attempt to lighten our mood and hearts, I thought I would share with you some recent conversations with Liam that have made me fully understand just how obsessed with hockey he has become:

Liam (coming down the stairs one morning): Mom, can I have eggs and toast for breakfast?
Me: Yes.
Liam: Will you make me the egg right now?
Me: Yes.
Liam: Is the toast cooking?
Me: Yes.
Liam: Will you butter the toast?
Me: Yes.
Liam: Can I watch hockey?
Me: Ye....what? No!

He almost had me....almost.


Then there was this one, as we were walking to our car in the gym parking lot.

Me: Liam, don't stand behind that car. They can't see you and if they back over you, you will die.
Liam: Oh.
Me: Do you know what that means?
Liam: No, what?
Me: It means you wouldn't be alive anymore. No more eating or breathing or talking. No more Mommy and Daddy or sisters and brothers. No more school and friends.
Liam: Well, could I watch hockey?

Hey, priorities folks....he obviously knows his!


Liam (speaking to Kurt): Daddy, is hockey on tonight?
Kurt: Yes.
Liam: Do we win?
Kurt: I don't know. We'll have to watch it and see.
Liam: Is there a fight?

(Apparently he still hasn't gotten the concept of watching something in real time.)


And then there is the story that Kurt told me that I have to retell here. (While I don't like to retell someone else's story, this one is worth sharing!)

Liam recently asked Kurt, "Daddy, do you want to watch me play hockey?"
Kurt replied, "Sure!"

So, Liam grabbed the hockey stick, got into face-off position and then immediately threw the stick down, pretended to shake off his gloves and started punching at the air.

I have to admit, I am beginning to wonder if it is the hockey he likes or the fighting.....I kind of have to question the parenting here too, I mean, who lets their five year old watch a bunch of grown men hit and push each other? (Apparently we do, thank you very much!)

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