The bump bump bump of the dance music playing as the children arrive at the arena.
The sound of the blades hitting the ice.
The excitement of the children as they wave to their parents and glide around.
The shrieking and crying of my sons at centre ice drowning all of this out because they hate skating lessons.
This is the joy of Monday nights.
I've been thinking. If this whole hockey superstar thing doesn't pan out, maybe my kids can form a band.
But with much nicer hair.
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