“You need at least five more of those this series to make it up to us,” said Lincoln, patting my helmet as he skated by. “You’ve got it, Daddy,” I said. It was only the bemused look on Lincoln’s face as we got off the ice that made me realize what I’d just said. “Kill me now,” I muttered as Camden almost fell from laughing so hard. “I obviously didn’t mean that. It’s because you idiots are always joking about that. It was just in my head.”
