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