Him: So the babysitter is set for Saturday?
Me: Yes, she’ll be here at 5.
Him: I have a couple of RedBulls tickets for Sunday, too bad we can’t have a sitter then.
Him: Against the Galaxy.
Me: WHAT?? Why didn’t you say so?
Him: But you don’t really like soccer.
Me: Correction. I don’t understand soccer. But I understand David Beckham!
Him: Well, without a sitter, we can’t really go.
Me: You just broke my heart into six thousand teeny pieces.