HOCKEY STICKS

As I was getting ready to leave for my hockey game the other night, Blane and Tobin were watching me get my stuff together. I told Blane to get his hockey stick to bring with him to the game. So I went to the garage and helped him find it. When I came back in, Tobin was walking around the corner with a green, plastic, hockey stick in his hands. He went and found his too. He understands us... We're in trouble...