After my story about my little two-year-old grandson Cameron becoming a Habs fan, Cameron talks to the kids, this comment arrived from the little guy’s mother (my daughter, Shannon).
“As much as I don’t get your obsession for hockey or the Habs (I guess maybe it’s comparible to my obsession for horses), I admire your passion. As long as Cam doesn’t kick me off my favourite show for a hockey game (I guess you’ll have to buy him his own t.v when he’s older for that reason, you know, since it’ll be your fault if he does), I guess it’s okay that you insist he’s a Habs fan. I hate to think of the day that he may announce that he’s a Canuck or Flames fan, or, God forbid the Leafs. Or what if he doesn’t even like hockey? What if he’s into art or dancing or soccer? What then? You’d better prepare yourself, dad, just in case. I’d hate to think that my son would be responsible for a heart attack.”
Geez, thanks, Shannon. WHAT IF HE BECOMES A LEAFS FAN?