Kitchen Hockey

It doesn't take too much for the imagination

for two boys to set up a hockey game

in the middle of the kitchen

while I'm cooking dinner.

The high chair quickly became the coveted net . . .

with the only problem being 

that my stove became the catch all,

and supper making got put on hold to find the right stick

to retrieve those doughnuts from the back of the stove.

Koen lay on his belly beside me as I poked underneath

and said, "It looks old under there."

To which I replied, "It's dirty."

And he said, "That's what I meant."