I am struggling today. I don't even know how to write about it and it really is quite simple. Maybe that is the best way. Keep it simple. Last night I took Youngest at a hockey game. I don't particularly like hockey and faced with watching the testosterone battle on the ice, or listening to the testosterone driven conversations about salary and successes by the dads around me, I chose to turn my attention to watching Youngest. He wears his emotions for everyone to see. So I observed.... ...the good things: had popcorn and a drink laser show got high fives by players coming out of the tunnel (big smile!) and the not good things: did not get a t-shirt tossed into crowd did not get a water bottle tossed into crowd almost got a hot dog tossed into crowd, but shoved out of the way and hurt his leg (crushed look, followed by throwing hat on ground in frustration, and later tears as the 'leg hurt"). In the car he ...