Is it like this at your house?

The other night, as I was leaving work about 8:45 p.m., I spilled some liquid on my AVAM shirt. I like that shirt, because it reminds me of that museum, which I like a great deal. Rather than risk a stain, I went to the men's restroom, took it off, and washed out the wet regions. In the process, of course, I made the shirt even wetter--so wet that I did not want to put it back on. So, I didn't. I walked to my car shirtless.

As I was driving, I called home to say that I was finally leaving work. The following conversation occurred:

Sarah: Van Name residence.

me: Hi, Sarah, it's your dad.

Sarah: Oh, hi, Dad.

me: Would you please tell your mother I'm on my way home?

Sarah: Sure. [Pushes phone aside.] Mom, Dad's on his way home.

me: Thanks. I spilled on my shirt, so I had to wash it, and now I'm driving shirtless.

Sarah: I see. [Pushes phone aside.] He says he was seized by the spirit of the wild mustang and had to take off his shirt. He's now driving shirtless.

[voice I could not make out]

Sarah: Mom said you should embrace the mustang's spirit and take off the pants, too.

[Pause.]

Sarah: I'm not relaying messages for you guys any more.

Just another day at our house.