The Hockey Chicken was a rousing success, though I think my son was more taken with it than my grandson (who was enthralled by the Play-Do Pizza Oven he'd just gotten). And I got a message from them last night that he now has an official name (the chicken, not my grandson): Sir Stanley Cluck.
Somehow I think my DIL was behind that one. I can see her dubbing the chicken with one of my son's autographed hockey sticks or something. Must've been quite the scene.
Or maybe not.