Still unused to wearing a full kit, Jack waddles more than walks to the edge of the ice. The four of us follow behind him, smiling when he tries to take off his skate guards and can’t because he is unable to reach past his shin pads.

With a deep laugh Edge swings Jack into the air so I can pull off the guards for him and Edge makes sure to tickle him before putting him down.

“Jay, stop! I need to focus!” Jack chastises, he sounds just like his mom.

“Sorry, bud.” Edge tries to bite back a laugh but I see it all over his face.

Before I join them on the ice for a game of freeze tag, I take a bunch of pictures for Ellis. In some you can see how hard Jack is focusing to stay on his feet and keep up with the guys. Obviously they are letting him catch them, anything to make him laugh.

My favourite picture though is one of Jack skating after the three guys. His smile is wide and just looking at the picture you can almost hear his laugh as the guys scream for my help while he chases them up and down. Edge tries to trip Rook, yelling that he is a sacrifice to help him and Anders get away, but all that does is put Rook on Jack’s team.

After sending the pictures over I finally join them on the ice, taking some pucks to let Jack practise shooting with his new stick.

Knowing my plan, the guys line up for Jack while he takes some practice shots towards the goal first.

“Ice dodgeball! Jack you can use as many pucks as you like and your goal is to hit the guys and get them out.” His eyes flame for a second and I see nothing but determination, the same that I see on the guys before we hit the ice for a game.

“What if I miss?” he asks as if we could be disappointed in him.

“Then you try again.” I shrug setting the first puck in front of him. Jack swings his head left and right and shimmies his shoulders, relaxing his limbs the way we showed him. Edge sees how focused Jack is and holds his hands in front of his junk. When Rook laughs at him he just shrugs and says he needs to protect his jewels.

“It’s not my fault your jewels are so small a puck won’t hit ’em.” Edge laughs causing Rook to frown and push him. Anders and Rook follow Edge’s actions though, as Jack skates up and slaps the puck right at them. I mean right at them. The puck flies past Anders’s face with about two inches to spare.

“Wait I think imma need a helmet!” Anders yells skating over to the bench as I try to stop laughing.