Sgt. G: Can you take Motormouth to the bus stop this morning? I brought a Gov home and he can't sit in it. (G is very nice and lets Motormouth sit in his warm truck every morning waiting for the bus)
Me: The bus stop? It's the end of the driveway, and it is nice out today, he can stand out there by himself.
Sgt. G: Isn't it raining?
Me: Doesn't look like it, he has a hood just in case.
Sgt. G: I thought moms were supposed to be all nurturing and overprotective.
Me: It's 7a.m.