My grandson has a giant black hockey bag; an entire dressing room on wheels that goes to and from arenas with him. Hockey players don't travel light. They sure don't travel light.
No surprise there.
But this morning my grandson did get a surprise.
A stow away.
In his bag.
My daughter told us he appeared suddenly in the doorway to the dressing room with a big grin on his face, and his little sister's doll in his hand. The doll was especially girly, clad all in fluffy pink, and with a hood too, so that she seems to have planned ahead. Arenas are cold places.
Her owner was just as surprised to see her.
Hockey isn't just a team sport.
It's a family snapshot.
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