I've been cranky all day for no good reason. This morning the fence repairman called to say he was going to be a half hour late for our appointment, then queried whether that was okay. Instead of giving my typical passive-aggressive overly polite response, I answered, "No, it's not okay. But what can I do about it?"
He mumbled something about 'hearing me' and clicked off quickly. I managed to be civil when he actually arrived, much to Patrick's relief.
Daniel brought me a moment of cheer a little while later. Here is a transcript of our exchange:
Me (after sniffing): "Are you poopy?"
Daniel (total poker face): "No, I fink not."
--Seconds later, during hygienic maintenance session--
Daniel: "Dolphin, dolphin, doll-FINN!!" (Pauses.) "Mama, are you finking what I'm finking?"
Me: "Daniel, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Both, simultaneously: "Penguins!"
Absurd, I know. But it made me feel better, at least for a little while.