Observations . . .
Daughter 1: Hey Mom, the FedEx truck is here, and the guy won't get out. I think he's scared of the dogs.
Me: Must be new.
Daughter 2: He's cute. Come look.
Me: I don't have a shirt on. You rescue him.
Door slams. Dogs stop barking. Time passes.
Daughter 1, walking back inside: Hey Mom, you got a box from Interweave Press.
Me: My scratch-n-dent knitting books! Give me the box!
Daughter 1: Stay away from the window, Mom! He's still out there.
Daughter 2: He's cute.
Me, emerging from the hallway, having changed from my stinky barn-cleaning clothes into something less fragrant: Hey, the new FedEx guy's cute.
Daughter 1, already opening the box: Yeah, and he brought dog biscuits.
Daughter 2: Not the green ones. (This is important because my dogs dislike the green ones.)
Daughter 1: Yeah, the old FedEx guy must've warned him. Look, she got a book of dog sweater patterns.
Daughter 2 sneers in disgust: I can't believe you're going to make yippy dog sweaters.
Me: I need coats for the winter lambs & goat kids. The patterns should work for them.
Daughter 2: Oh, that's okay then.
Daughter 1 holds up the books: Hey, what do men and dogs have in common?
Hint: Check out the photo above.