The NBA Game

The other night, the Husband took Pickle to his first NBA game.

"NEVER AGAIN!"

From that statement alone, I knew that the night had gone fantastic. The fact that they were home at 9:30pm told me that I should be glad I stayed at home.

Pickle came in carrying a jumbo foam finger with a frown on his face.

Me: "Did you have fun?"

Pickle: "No. Can I go to bed?"

Husband: "I will never do that again."

Me: "That well, huh?"

Husband: "He whined the enitre time. I can't see. I'm hungry. When are they going to start?"

Pickle: "I couldn't see the people. They were too far away."

Me: "Where were the seats?"

Husband: "There were only three rows behind us. We had a better view of the rafters."

Pickle: "Those seats were awful!"

Me:  "At least the tickets were free."

Husband: "Yea, but I want my money back for parking."