"Dad, look at what she can do!" Jack exclaimed the next morning as he leaned over the rail and pointed at Paige.
"That's just some basic stroking with some easy stops and turns thrown in," Laurel told him. "You're a coordinated young man; I'm sure I could teach you some of that fairly quickly."
"You could?" Jack asked excitedly.
"You?" Hotch questioned looking at Laurel.
"I took skating lessons for a while when I was growing up," Laurel explained. "And, since Paige has been taking lessons I've gotten back on the ice and discovered that I do remember a lot of the basics."
"Where did you skate?" Hotch asked curiously.
"There was a small state college near where I grew up," Laurel told him. "They had an ice hockey team which meant that they had an ice rink. When the team wasn't using the rink they offered skating lessons to people in the area. I went as far as I could in their program and even competed in some local events. However, my parents didn't want to spend any more money on me so I had to give it up."
"Well, it looks like Paige has inherited her mother's talent," Hotch observed as he watched her on the ice. "Is she the youngest in that group?"
"Yes. Once they realized how quickly she was catching on, they moved her into the group with the older children," Laurel explained. "And, she seems to have no problem keeping up with them."