my phone call

Today, while Dad appeared to be distracted by his computer, I gave Dair a call. Turns out Dad wasn't as oblivious as he appeared; he asked me who I was calling. When I told him, he asked who Dair was, and I euphemistically described her as "a girl doggy." The rube took me literally; he asked me what color the doggy was, so I told him she was yellow.

m.