"Why haven't we been getting any mail?" I asked Mer Boy this afternoon, as if my nine year old (almost) son would have an answer. I do this way too much, the asking of questions and thinking aloud in his presence.
He's quite adept at tuning me out by now.
"OH MY GAWD AL!"
Okaaay, I WON'T go see if Chelsea can play.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I completely FORGOT!"
Forgot what?
...I HAD THE MAIL FORWARDED BECAUSE WE WERE MOVING!
So, let's just go over to the new house and get the mail.
"We can't, there's no mail box. There's a slot in the front door."
...Oh...sooo can I go see if Chelsea can play?
No delicate way to say it. Oh, shit!
Al's a cutie.
Posted by: Maggie | Saturday, August 11, 2007 at 08:03 PM