Wade does our taxes himself every year, because he is convinced that he is smarter than the IRS. Usually, this is true, but last year we had some issues. Okay, the issues were all on parts of the taxes that I did, but whatever, that’s not the point. This year, at the recommendation of several people who know about these things, he decided to use Turbo Tax. He spent all of last Saturday saying, “Tonight I think I will do the taxes.” And I spent the day saying, “Trying to get yourself psyched up?”

So in the evening, while I watched Annie with the boys in the other room, Wade did the taxes.

Wade: Okay, I got the Turbo Tax downloaded.

Me: Okay! Good luck with that!

Wade: [Blah blah something I can’t hear clearly] tax return.

Me: Are you DONE? WOW!

Wade (laughing): Am I DONE? I haven’t even STARTED. I just downloaded the tax program!

Me: Didn’t you say you were done?

Wade (still laughing): NO!

Me: Oh. I wondered why there was no swearing.

Yesterday, I was watching CinderElmo with the boys while Wade worked at the computer. I have no idea what he was doing.

Wade: How old will I be when I’m 60?

Me: Come again?

Wade: How OLD will I be when I’m SIXTY?

Me: Uh, SIXTY???

Wade (sighing): Yes, but what YEAR will it be?

Me: That’s not what you asked me.

Wade: Whatever. What year will it be when I’m 60?

Me: Well, if you were born in 1965 . . .

Wade: Yes?

Me: 2025.

Wade: Thank you.