Yesterday, we stood in line for an hour so my sister could flirt with some professional hockey players. She's one part celebrity stalker, one part on the prowl for a sugar daddy, one part of a chicken to go alone. Cue the greatest ice breaker of all time. Sadly, Bennett got a few autographs and promptly stuck them in his mouth. I wonder how much a slobbery, teeth torn piece of scrap paper will fetch on the internet? We do need to start the boys college fund at some point. I suppose that would be unnecessary if the sugar uncle enters the picture sometime in the next seventeen years.