Lee thought Keaton had baseball practice tonight. Which meant that Keaton had soccer practice from 5:30 to 6:30 and baseball practice from 6 to 7:30. So as soon as soccer practice was over we looked for Keaton’s baseball team, but we couldn’t find them anywhere. So I told Keaton to call his baseball coach when we got home to find out when the next baseball practice was.

Keaton said, “Why don’t you call him?”

I said, “Because you’re the one who plays baseball.”

He goes, “But I’m shy.”

I said, “Well get over it. Are you going to have me make calls for you when your thirty years old?”

To which he replied, “Yes.”

This is so typical of a man (or boy in this case). Lee always makes me call about things for him too. Men [as she shakes her head back and forth]. They are supposedly supposed to be the “stronger” sex. But yet, they can’t even make simple phone calls.