Death to my Manhood

So as a family we decided to attend Mr. Gatti's right before the birth of our new son. As we finished dinner and entered to game room we (Dad Baker and I) were given a very specific charge from Heather. According to her we needed 200 tickets in order to allow every cousin to be able to get a plastic toy from the counter. So being the manly men that we are we puffed up our chest, we prayed to the token God, and we left on our pilgrimage. As you can see from the picture below our quest was not that lucrative. While that story if funny what makes it even more humiliating is what happened next.

While Dad and I were off strutting our stuff Heather decided that she would have a go. Now I don't know if this was staged or not but I'm beginning to have my suspicions. What I failed to mention above is that Heather told us that we were assigned to the skee ball machines. Did we mock that suggestion? Did we even stop to consider that the skee ball machine is not the most giving of all machines? Not at all. We were Manly Men and we were on a quest. We simply threw out tokens in and did what we were told. Any how, Heather decided that she would play the game where you try to dump the dump truck with your token (the prize: 177 tickets for whomever can tip it). Well, knowing that my wife is amazing and that she seems to have the Midas Touch she puts the coin in the slot, directs it's path, and dumps the truck on her first turn. Here is a picture of her spoils:

Needless to say, I simply tuck my manhood between my legs and let her cash in the prize. You know it is not always fun and games having such an amazing wife. I tell you what though, those kids sure thought she was a hero! Way to go Heather.