"Because... they just do. Anyway, Fred saw some people playing hockey?—"
"On ice?"
"Yes."
"Was it cold?"
"Very cold."
"Did Fred have skates?"
"No, that's the problem?—"
"My friend Jamie has skates. They're blue."
"That's cool. So Fred?—"
"I want blue skates."
I look at Reese. She's trying not to laugh.
"Maybe Santa will bring some," I try. "Back to Fred?—"
"SANTA!" Tyler shrieks. "Is Santa coming soon?"
"Not yet. Fred wanted to play hockey but his arms were too small for a stick?—"
"Use his tail!" Tyler shouts, like this is new information.
"Great idea! So Fred used his tail. But when he stepped on the ice, he slipped everywhere!" I make whooshing sounds. Tyler laughs so hard he falls over, vanishing from frame.
"Tyler, sit still," Jessica says from somewhere.
Tyler reappears, upside down. "Did Fred fall?"
"Almost," Reese joins in. "But Coach Reese helped him."
"That's YOU!" Tyler points at the screen, poking it. The image goes black for a second.
"Right, that's me. I showed Fred how to balance."
"And Fred practiced and practiced," I continue in my best dinosaur voice. "Until finally?—"
"He SCORED!" Tyler yells.
"How did you know?"
"That's what happens! The good guy always scores!"
Hard to argue with that logic.
"Time for bed," Jessica appears, reaching for the phone.
"Noooo! More Fred!"
"Fred needs to sleep too," I try.
"Fred doesn't sleep! He's a di-saur!"
