During Saturday morning (house) pick-up, Calvin wandered into our closet and came out with Eric's Swedish hockey jersey, acquired while he was studying in Sweden during college.
"On?" he said, walking toward Eric with it. Eric helped him into it while Cal just giggled.
I'm not sure that he understood the significance as Eric explained how each of his friends had one, too, but I think he knew that he was wearing something that belonged to his dad; he wore the same expression as when he plods along in Dad's shoes.
"All done?", he asked, as it slipped off of his shoulder and down to the floor. But soon enough it was "on?" again, and he was swimming in the long sleeves once again.
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