Sometimes when I’m working a little late, my boy calls me at the office . . .
“Come home,” he says.
“I’m leaving in a few minutes.”
“Leave right now.”
“Well, I can’t leave right now, I’ve got to kind of wrap it up, you know?”
“Start wrapping it up.”
“Okay . . . I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay.”
That means a lot to me . . . it connects my work with the rest of my life.
Thanks, boy! Please don’t grow up and leave me here all by myself . . .