Toddler 3, now nearly 2 1/2, has made lots of friends among the other hockey siblings. Even better, she can navigate the greater Chicago area from the backseat, guiding herself by the many hockey rinks she has been too. Getting off the Edens at Touhy? "Hockey!" as we approach Heartland. Heading west on Lake Avenue through Glenview? "Hockey camp!" Traversing Dempster in Morton Grove? "Hockey store!"
She's been to rinks in four states and I don't know how many towns, taking it all with remarkable good grace, so much so that occasional tantrum is an anomaly.
That doesn't even consider the oceans of stale popcorn and acres of greasy pizza she's consumed ...
