Real Men Wear Pink and Serve You Food

Joe has set his sights on some pretty lofty goals as he looks forward to starting school this fall:

Me: So, Joe, you going to be an astronaut when you grow up?

Joe: Nope

Me: A baseball player?

Joe: Nope

Me: What are you going to be?

Joe: A person who gets you food.

P.S. Dear Rit,

When I spent $9.50 in a Laundromat on vacation, doing a quick load of laundry, I anticipated making some mistakes. After all, it was the first time I had seen sun in nine months and my brain was overdosing on serotonin. So it was understandable when I exchanged my crisp ten dollar bill for a pile of tokens.

Tokens?

Who uses tokens at the laundromat? Have we heard about quarters? That currency is accepted universally in other areas not frequented by pubescent preteen boys.

While my kids wandered the arcade, stoked at their good fortune, searching for a game that did not involve sword fighting zombies, hunting deer or trying for that just out of reach stuffed animal, I went about turning my families white unmentionables decidedly pink.

So, when out shopping for an industrial size Oxy Clean to bleach my clothes back to a dignified color, I came across this:
Which was amazing! The easy answer, right?

But since my washing machine is a step up from:
I couldn't do the soak or the 30 minute agitate and ended up with tinted pink whites, more vibrant pink than ever.

So, if you pull the short straw and end up waiting on our table at the restaurant, don't take offense if Joe asks if your undies are pink. Just smile and wave, smile and wave.