Whenever we are getting ready to go anywhere, Tim paces around outside the bathroom door urging me to hurry. When I pick up the hairspray, he hollers to the boys, "She's spraying her hair, guys. Get in the van."
When I tack up for a ride, Trixie (my dog) watches me intently. I always put the bridle on last thing before leading the horse out of the stall. When I pick up the bridle, Trixie begins whining. She too is urging me to hurry because she lives for trail rides.
Then the other day I had this conversation with Logan.
Logan: "Where are you going?"
Me: "What makes you think I'm going anywhere?"
Logan: "You took a shower."
I'm entirely too predictable.