"Who's your favorite team?" he asked Da Nephew. "Boston?"
"Boston," dutifully repeated my nephew. "Yes."
"Noooooooooo," said Mom. "Montreal. Habs."
"I like Boston. Everyone likes Boston," said the shopkeeper.
"No one in our house likes Boston," Mom told him.
"I like them," said Da Nephew.
"You do NOT like them," my Mom told him.
The shopkeeper gave my nephew a free pack of hockey cards and we ushered him out of the store before he could be further tainted and turned to the Dark Side.
"He's not yet three years old and he's going to be homeless," I said to Mom. "His father will cast him out for this."
Of course I texted Bro the whole thing.
"Leave the store NOW!" was the response. "Get out and shop elsewhere."
But we had already purchased our goods and anyway we like that store. He has a lot of nice gear and for good prices, plus he's always fair with us even if he does like to corrupt innocent children.
But corrupting Da Nephew is our right alone and he's going to be a Habs fan if it kills us.
By the next day, however, all was back on track. While I still slept Da Nephew showed up for an early visit and spied the phone case on my new cell.
"Nanny!" he squealed, his voice all trembling like it gets when he's excited. "Auntie has a Habs on her phone!"
Despite the fact that he's still too young to appreciate his collection, he does know it is his and he likes to look at the binder of Habs cards. He's learned who the Rocket is and that the Rocket is Daddy's favorite player.
Meanwhile at work the smack talking continues. The Gimp, who is a Toronto fan, decided to diss the Habs hockey gloves we have swinging from the rearview mirror.
"Is it you with those stupid big gloves hanging in the window?" he wanted to know.
We like the gloves a lot, but when you get two or three cream coloured Ford Escapes in a parking lot they also help us identify which ride is ours.
Naturally my response was to go out and buy a Montreal Canadiens license plate. He hasn't seen it yet because he's too busy bitching about the Leafs, but the Creamsicle is now a lot easier to find in parking lots because of that plate.
Driving Mom to work yesterday a kid started shouting and waving at us. Mom waved back at him.
"I have no idea why he's waving at us but okay. Nice kid."
"He's the Habs fan. Didn't you see the logo on his toque? And we've got the Habs plate on the front now."
"No I didn't see his hat. Was that him? I like that kid."
I like that kid too. Clearly his parents are raising him right and have taken due care to avoid smartass hockey card shopkeepers.
Anyway, we redesigned The Shrine. Here are the updated snaps since not everyone was on twitter when I spammed them out.
|The entrance to the den.|
|Selected favorites of graded cards above the closet door.|
|Bro wheels & deals cards plus we have our own collection.|
|Comfy Habs sofa. The CH logo is hidden under the throw.|
|The feature wall.|
|The blue hat is signed by Demers and the white by Lapierre.|
|The signed Larry Robinson jersey anchored atop the Habs bar fridge.|
|The right shelf has the photo of my nephew signed by Robinson.|
|The signed Koivu jersey and the best of our card collection.|
|The pics above the door are Beliveau, The Rocket, & Pocket Rocket.|