" Daddy?" The little boy asked. Keeping his eyes focused intently on the Winnipeg Jets' highlight reel.
" Yes?"
"Are you done signing me up?"
" Almost, but be patient. Hockey can be taken away just as fast as I can sign you up."
" Sorry." He said quickly.
" I need you to sign this."
His father said after barking at his son. The boy got up and jogged over to the kitchen counter where stapled sheets of paper sat, completly filled out except for one line. Under that straight, black line he read, Child Signature here. The little boy wrote down his full nine letter name.
"Shane Doan" The little boy sang.
