Wednesday evening, after work, I rushed home so we could pack up the kids and the jogging stroller, grab a healthy dinner at the Wendy's drive-thru, and take the 20 minute drive outside the city to get lost for a couple hours in two and a half metres worth of corn.
Tavish kept puking up on his rain coat, Declan didn't want to ride Dad's shoulders but instead insisted on being carried in my arms, and Tav was looking for a boob for the last 15 minutes or so. But it was three hours out of the house... and it was great!
(For those who don't know, #94 on the Edmonton Oilers is Ryan Smyth; he's ugly and insists on sporting a mullet, but he's a damned good hockey player and he sacrificed several teeth in this spring's road to the Stanley Cup Final.)
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