daughter: yup, i just gave a dog the finger… (and that just about sums up the last few days.)
daughter: hey where’s the mail?
little tobin: on the counter, it’s all for you.
daughter: nope, this postcard is for you from Berkshire Place, they’re having a hot chocolate party –
should i sign you up?
little tobin: that is not for me…
daughter: oh yes it is… they say it’s a GREAT senior alternative…
little tobin: alternate this sister.
(2 middle fingers smack tab in my face – point taken)