Goonies for Sandlot

We were walking past the baseball stadium when the musical tune "Rewrite the Stars" blared from the speakers.

"High School Musical. Classic." Kevin said with a smile.

I started cracking up. "Same guy, wrong musical," I said between giggles.

"No way, this is totally High School Musical!" Kevin responded. "I recognize the voice!"

So I told him I'd bet him anything he was wrong. So he cocked his head because I don't normally say that unless, of course, I'm absolutely sure. So after a while of his befuddled expression I said, "Greatest..."

"SHOWMAN! Oh...." he responded, looking mildly crestfallen. "You're right" he grudgingly and lovingly responded.

**Two days previous**
Kevin: Ya-ya... Ya-ya... that's a character from a movie, isn't it?
Me: Yep. It's a good one from our childhood.
Kevin: Give me another quote!
Me: Don't do it Benny, don't do it!
Kevin: Another one.
Me: (Sings the notes to the TEQUILA amusement park song)
Kevin: (says nothing)
Me: (Dramatically) FOR-EV-ER.... FOR-EV-ER.... FOR-EV-ER...
Kevin: OH! I know, the Goonies!
Me: (With a Face-palm) NO! THE SANDLOT!
(laughter)
Kevin: In my defense, I've only seen it a couple times.

**Same night as the "Rewrite the Stars" mixup**
Me: (musically) "Science Rules"
Kevin: BOB NYE THE SCIENCE GUY!

Welp, I love my husband, he cracks me up, and he explains all the time the beauty of his being an improv comedian--that you don't need to remember things or memorize lines in order to make it funny or make it a good show.
Needless to say, I'm entertained. Often. Love ya babe.

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