“Tough game today,” Johnny’s dad said.
Johnny and his dad were back at the house, watching hockey in the den after the game.
“Well,” Johnny answered, “Coach Smith isn’t too mad at me. I told him Dale bit the inside of his cheek to make it look like I had hit him hard with my stick. Coach Smith said win or lose, the important thing is to take pride in how we played.”
“I don’t know how cheaters can take pride in playing,” Dad said. “Or how they can take pride in winning if they’ve cheated. I’m glad you’re honest. And I’m always proud of the way you play hockey.”
He looked closely at Johnny. “Tough weekend off the ice too. First you put your hand in a mousetrap. Then you lose your report. And you’ve been brushing your teeth after Marvin used your toothbrush.”
“Yes,” Johnny said, “I know Sarah is always trying to help, but somehow she’s not that helpful. Do you have any advice to make me feel better?”
“You’ve got all afternoon before the tie-breaker hockey game,” Dad said. “Remember we’ve cleared out that one room in the basement that needs painting? Why don’t you put the first coat of paint on the walls for me?”
“How will that make me feel better?” Johnny asked.
“It won’t,” Dad said. “But it will make me feel better. I’d like the first coat done as soon as possible.”
“Ha, ha,” Johnny said.
“Did I mention I had backed up your report?” Dad asked, grinning. “And did I mention I’ll pay you twenty dollars if you paint the room in the basement?”
“Suddenly, I feel much better,” Johnny said. “Thanks. I’m going to start painting right now!”
“Glad you’re being such a good sport,” Dad said. “Just remember, Sarah is only six, and she really is trying to help.”
“Easy for you to say,” Johnny said. “She hasn’t helped you yet.”