Making her daddy proud ... Part 2

Amy had some friends over Friday night for book club, so Olivia and I went out. We decided to go to our first hockey game! I bundled her up with a warm coat and hat and we headed out. We had to wait in a long line to get a ticket and she did really good waiting. When we got into the stadium, the first thing we saw was a fight between 2 players. She didn't ask what was going on and I didn't explain that part. Approximately 30 seconds after we got into our seats, the snow cone man came by and the popcorn plans went flying out the window. It was a rainbow colored snow cone, of course! She munched and slurped on her snow cone and got to see her first goal. It was a penalty shot. How cool! Our player scored, a siren went off, people cheered and loud music played. It caught her off guard a bit and she covered her ears, but she liked it when they started playing music. She mentioned that that was one of her favorite parts. She asked a lot of questions like:
"What is that machine doing?" "Cleaning the ice," I said.
"Are they coming back?" "Yes after they go take a break."
"Why did THAT light come on daddy?" "Because the other team scored."
In the middle of the 2nd period, she was standing up dancing to the music and a strange look came across her face. (Not the one we remember from when she was a baby and going #2) It was the look of a cold pre-schooler. The snow cone cold had kicked in. I put her jacket on and we headed out near the end of the 2nd. When she realized we were leaving the building, she didn't want to go. I promised that we would come back soon. "Tomorrow?" "They are not playing tomorrow, but soon." (My proudest moment) On the walk back she talked about all the things she saw...
I've been to a lot of hockey games. I threw a rat at Panther's playoff game (don't worry PETA, it was plastic) ... I've thrown my favorite hat for a hat trick... seen the Admirals win the cup... seen a Stanley Cup finals game... this had to be one of greatest games I have ever been to.