Jack was playing golf in the living room. Ever since the Olympics and our trip to see the Mavericks, he's been obsessed with hockey. And since golf is a lot like hockey (big stick hitting little ball/puck), he gets them confused...
Jack: Dad, I'm really good at hockey.
Dad: Yes, but Jack, it's golf, not hockey.
Jack: Mom, it's golf. But it might be hockey.
The retell doesn't do it justice. It was pretty hilarious when he said it. Lots of things are like that. It's a spoon, but it might be a fork. It's time for bed, but it might be time to play. Etc, etc.
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