One Saturday, as Mom was finishing the dinner dishes, my father
stepped up behind her. “Would you like to go out, girl?” he asked.

Not even turning around, my mother quickly replied, “Oh, yes,
I’d love to!”

They had a wonderful evening, and it wasn’t until the end of the
evening that Dad finally confessed that his question had actually
been directed to the family dog, laying near Mom’s feet on the
kitchen floor.