This afternoon I played a little "street hockey" with the boys. I was the goalie - the boy sent tennis boys flying past me.
After scoring for the third or fourth consecutive time, Niko declared, "I'm so good and keep scoring because you've only got a skinny Greek butt."
Um, yeah that may be true, but trash talk, dude!
Niko recently made the decision not to follow in his big brother's skates as a hockey player. Frankly, one kid on the ice is more than enough. And in retrospect, it's probably a good idea for him to pursue other interests.
Shortly after commenting on my Hellenic derriere, Niko's already cracked and re-taped stick (the result of accidentally been driven over) received a fatal fracture when he took an ill-planned slap shot. Gus laughed, and Niko out of sheer anger smashed the already-damaged stick to the ground.
Maybe tennis is more his sport.
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