Scene – Last Saturday Afternoon
Me: What do you want for dinner?
Jim: Do we have any hamburger? I can make tacos.
Me, suspiciously: Are you angling for Husband of the Year or something?
Jim, innocently: Why?
Me: You took the kids to the art place, you played outside with them for two hours, you handled all the showers AND you are offering to make dinner? What’s going on?
Jim: Football starts tomorrow.
The light dawns…