Alright…. men wonder why we get so frustrated with them. I recently had a conversation with the boy that went something like this…. (premise, I got my hands on some Cubs tickets and asked him to go along.)

Me: I can get tickets to the Cubs game next week. Wanna go?
The Boy: Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.
Me: Have you ever been to a Cubs game?
TB: Oh, yeah, a couple of times.
*a day passes*
TB: I’m excited about the Cubs game. I’ve never been to one before!
*Imagine that look of disbelief that the characters get in the Sunday Comics, jaw drops, eyes bulge,  shoulders slump, and the flat hand slap to the forhead. *

And here is my frustration! And yet….. I still can’t get enough of him! Go figure!