You don’t watch TV. I’d like to say this is because we are a TV free household, but alas, we are not. I’ve tried on a couple of occasions to let you watch a show (always clifford, Angelina Ballerina, Berenstein Bears, always something PBS with no commercials) but you will watch for a few moments and get bored. Sometimes at Memaw and Papa’s house if you wake up from a nap you’ll quietly take in a little Sprout (we leave it on for noise).
As much as you ignore the TV for shows that are geared towards your little species, you will drop whatever you are doing if there is hockey on.
You don’t care which teams are playing. You don’t care who scores or who doesn’t. You stand mesmerized by the sweatered men gliding back and forth. THIS is your show. It’s no wonder that one of your first words was hock-eeee.