I call home today. I talk to the Lovely Bride for a bit, she tells me what a wonderful person I am and how much I'm missed. She gives the phone to my oldest.
"Hi buddy, how's it going?"
"What do you want?"
"Just called to see how you're all doing while I'm traveling. You studying?"
"No."
"Hey, are you willing to give me a hand with something this weekend?"
"That would be great. There's nothing I'd like better than helping you, dad."
"Okay. What else is going on?"
"I didn't even want to talk to you. Mom stuck the phone in my face. Here's my youngest brother."
"Hi kiddo."
[Five minutes of extremely detailed retelling of recess. New show comes on TV. Phone handed to middle brother.]
"Hey guy, it's dad. What's new?"
"Are you still a jerk?"
"Probably. Anything going on?"
"No."
"Getting ready to come traveling with me next week?"
"If I have to."
"Have a good night son. I love you."
Dial tone.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I'm A Rocketman
Posted by Snag at 10:26 PM
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If the middle one's been seeing these pictures, I think I understand his reluctance to travel with you.
Get a speaker phone and phone them at dinner. There's no escape from that.
I think you should force them to sing "We Are the Champions" everytime they get on the phone.
No make them sing Cats in the Cradle.
make them sing Cats in the Cradle.
LOL! Classic.
I was going to opt for the Baby Jane classic, "I've Written a Letter to Daddy"... and make them wear the dress and the banana curls.
What, no I Want You to Want AG, Fish?
Jerk.
Cats in the Cradle? I'd bawl like a baby.
Must not show weakness.
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