"I wish I had my skates!" the Kid exclaimed. Alas, they were packed away in his hockey bag back in Washington. (Correction: they were probably strewn all over the gym floor along with all of his other hockey equipment. My child did not inherit his mother's neat freak tendencies.)
When there's freshly zammed ice, it must be skated on, so the Kid rented skates and got to it.
"It should be easier for him in figure skates, right?" asked DC Giant.
I explained that yes, generally speaking figure skates are easier to skate in than hockey skates. But the Kid is used to hockey skates, rental skates are notoriously uncomfortable and rarely sharpened properly, and let us not forget he now had toe picks, something he hasn't had on his skates since he was five years old.
"Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't bit it already," I admitted.
No sooner had the words escaped my mouth than the Kid came gliding along the ice, confident even in rental skates. He eased into a nonchalant set of crossovers to round the corner when...
SPLAT! The Kid "Doug Dorsey-ed" in spectacular fashion.
The Kid has seen The Cutting Edge (which may or may not be an example of questionable parenting on my part.) I think he'd have an even greater appreciation for Dooglas now.