Sydney offered to do the dishes. Well, not exactly offered, but when I told her to take her plate to the kitchen, she said, "I'm doing the dishes." I guess in 12-year-old-speak, that counts as an offer.
Behind her back, Rob silently mouthed: You're welcome
Me: What brought that on?
Rob: I've put a small explosive in her dog and I'm holding the detonator.
Hey, ya' know? Whatever it takes. I'm good. And, now I have a half hour to kill. What will I do.
I hear a quilt calling.