I have heard lots of women say that their husbands are really just little boys trapped in the body of men. It's hard not to agree with that statement when people ask you what you did on Saturday night and you say "I went to watch my husband race tiny cars."

For the last year or so, Dan has been building and learning to drive radio controlled cars. First he went through a radio controlled airplane phase, but after that first miscalculation he has found his true love, and it is a pink car. Meet the Losi, which is in line after me to inherit all of Dan's worldly posessions should he pass away.

On Saturday, I went and saw Dan drive the car in his first real race. It was so cute. Our friends Mike and Kate came out to watch, and Kate pointed out that the manly men of the race track probably would not appreciate me referring to their cars as "cute." But it's hard not to when they are so tiny and take such funny-looking jumps off of the dirt hills. I laughed and laughed. But when Dan raced I was very serious and rooted for him. He did very well, so I went for the gold medal in the Embarrasing Wife Olympics and gave him a big kiss in front of everyone and took his picture with Mike. It wasn't until Dan and Mike were standing next to one another that I realized they were wearing matching Old Man Fishing Hats.

I couldn't stay for the whole night but Dan came in a while later, dirt-covered and elated, with a big smile on his face. It was that smile you see on the face of little boys who have spent the afternoon on their favorite dirt pile with the truck collection. I told him he was cute.