Going with the flow

Each night, as I lift the Hatchling from her bath and place her gently in her mother's arms where she is wrapped in a thick white fluffy towel to soak up the water and keep her from the cold, I am accustomed to shouting out, "No prisoners!  No prisoners!"  It's just the way I roll.

A few days ago I was surprised when my Smaller Half asked me why I did it.  Naturally enough I told her that I was channelling Peter O'Toole in Lawrence of Arabia.  I'd been assuming for several months now that she knew what I was referring to.  It turns out she had no idea and thought it was just best to go along with it unquestioningly in order to stop me from becoming even more deranged.