At our house, when either my husband or I takes on some big project,
the other will inevitably walk by and call out, "How goes the work?"
And the worker will answer, "Quack."

(I know. It seems like we could just offer to help, but we prefer it this way…)

The lines come from one of the books we read to the girls all the time when they were little — Farmer Duck, by Martin Waddell. It's kind of the communist manifesto for the toddler set, but with really great art by Helen Oxenbury. 
And, these delicious, irrestible lines.

(That are occuring to me right now because my sweet husband is outside digging up a little plot for rose bushes. If it ever rains again in Texas. Oi.)

As soon as I finish this, I've got to go ask him, "How goes the work?"
He'll be so disappointed if I don't.

(What books do you guys quote at your house on a regular basis?)
(Yes, I've been away from blogging for about 3 months. I'm back.)
(Thanks for your patience. Quack.)