I just got a call from Rachel.
"Number two is here."
"What should we do?" I asked, breathless and immediately in a cold sweat.
"Well do you still have the traps out?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I said, vole number two is here."
"Oh." I bowed my head and sunk back into my chair. "You've got to be more careful about that phrase 'number two'!"
"Well I was going number two and saw him run by the laundry basket. He looked like a little turd too, same dimensions, shape and everything." She obviously didn't grasp the intensity of the huge adrenaline rush she'd just caused me.
I chuckled and thought to myself, It can all change in a second when you're waiting for a baby.