We were driving down the road the other day, on the way to my Mom's.
I was chatting with Mr W and I was wondering where he was headed.
The freeway is that way, I was thinking, and although I rarely do this, the words "where are you going?" escaped before I could check them.
He barely lifted his index finger off the steering wheel in response.
In my best documentary voice-over voice I say "He indicates with a mere lifting of his finger that he intends to drive on to the gas station up ahead, and stop for fuel before continuing on his journey."
We both start to laugh. "See? We communicate so well, we don't even need to speak to know what the other one of us is saying," he said. He was half-kidding, teasing me, but also half-serious, too.
"Oh, really?" I respond. "What am I saying, right now?" I throw him the look, slightly raising an eyebrow to illustrate my point. (Sometimes, you have to tease back.)
He can only shake his head. The kids were in the van with us, so he can't say it out loud. But he knows, he gets me.
And that is all I need to know today.