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It’s a Big Day

I was just getting in the car and my phone rang.

Me: Hello?
E: Mom? When are you coming home?
Me: Ten minutes.
E: Ten minutes? Do you promise?
Me: Yes. Ten minutes.
E: Ten minutes.
Me: Ten. Minutes.
E: <siiiiiiiiiiigh> Okay.

Isn’t he a darling? Doesn’t he love his mother? And yearn for her at every moment? Isn’t it dear?


Did I forget to mention that he gets his birthday present as soon as I get home from the gym this morning?

Happy Six, you mercenary little punk!

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