Dad: I got all the dandelions.
Me: You did?
Dad: Yep, pretty much. There are still a few over by the driveway, but the rest are all under control.
Dad: Yes, and it feels really good.
Dad takes a pile of pulled weeds to the garbage can.
Dad: I might have missed some dandelions.
Dad: They were hiding before.
Me: Dandelions are sneaky that way.
Dad: Puppy hasn’t been doing a good job of finding them.
Me: I’m pretty sure the one over there is mocking you.