A conversation

My conversation with Reagan after I took the trash out last night.

"Honey, who is daddy talking to?"

"Dob Bordan."

"Who?"

"Dob Bordan."

"Bob Dornan?"

"Yes!"

"Is he talking to the television?"

"No. He's on the phone."

"Wha...?"

Then husband comes bounding down the stairs.

"Guess who I was on the phone with?

"Um, Bob Dornan?

"No. His daughter-in-law."


Well, sure. Because that makes so much more sense.