“Guess what today is,” said Dad through his giant smile. “Saturday,” replied Little Joe. “Yes, but what else?” asked Dad. Little Joe had no more guesses, so he begged Dad to tell him. “The Perfect Weekend,” said Dad. Little Joe knew what perfect meant. And, of course, he knew what the weekend was. Weekends were the best because that’s when the blue-and-white team played football. But Little Joe couldn’t remember ever hearing the two words together. “What’s a Perfect Weekend?” he asked.