Yep, Roberto Luongo. (Just like mom’s.) And of course a bottle. Which isn’t exactly like mom’s, but change it up with vodka and the resemblance is scary. ;)

Anyway, I hope Lucy’s show of faith in Luongo (and by “faith,” I mean: do you know wtf these things cost?? for a baby??!) inspires great things.

She’ll be sleeping in the thing tonight. And if they win? Probably every night till the playoffs end.

The kid just turned one year old… it’s about time she learned how hockey superstitions work. :)