“Your coach might need glasses,” I said when we left the rink. “He hasn’t let me start most of the season,” Ben told me. “He thinks I haven’t earned it. That I just made the team because I’m the son of two celebrities. I doubt there’s anything I could do to change his mind, outside of altering my DNA and having full facial plastic surgery.” “So you’re saying he needs worse eyesight,” I nodded. “We gotta steal his contacts.” Ben laughed. Made my day hearing it, especially since it’s his 19th birthday today.
