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