Let me start out by saying that I love mowing the grass. I love the physical aspect of it – walking and pushing – and the finished result – a manicured, crisp lawn. Jon tries to do it, and I ask him to let me. Mario doesn’t know that.

We walked to the library today and on our way home, a man was in his front yard mowing the grass. Mario turned to me and quipped: “I bet you wish you married that guy because he mows the grass!”

What a squirt.