Scene: At the little kids’ table in the kitchen as The Boy is eating breakfast.
Me: C__, guess what we’re going to do a week from Sunday? So not this coming Sunday, but the one after it.
The Boy: What?
Me: I’m taking you to a baseball game. Would you like that?
The Boy: A baseball game? Who’s playing?
Me: We’ll go to a Rays game.
The Boy: (excited) Tampa Bay?
Me: That’s right! Would you like that?
The Boy: Yeah! But Mom, you have to go to the store where they sell hats and get a Tampa Bay hat so you can match the players.
Me: Can’t I just wear another baseball hat?
The Boy: No, Mom! You have to match the players!
Me: (trying not to laugh) Okay, buddy. And do you want to want to wear your new shirt?
The Boy: (really excited) Yeah! Then I’ll look like Number Three! (intently and seriously) Um, Mom? We have to get on a plane to see them?
Me: No, no. We’ll just sit in the car for a really long time. Is that okay?
The Boy: Yeah. And Mom, you don’t have to get a shirt. Just a hat.