DING!

That’s my cell chiming letting me know I have a text message.  Everyone knows I write until 4.  I’ve got ten minutes to go.  And it’s not like I’m not going to check the damn thing.

Tayler:  can I go 2 the mall with sydnee

Me:   What time? 

Tayler:  idk- brb     gonna txt syd

30 seconds later…

Tayler:  6

Me:  No.  You know that’s dinnertime.  Reschedule for Saturday.  Two days away.  You can wait.

Tayler:  syd has a dance thingy 

Me:  Then I’ll take you guys on Friday afternoon.  I’ve got to get back to work.  TTYL. 

Tayler:  k   btw- what’s 4 dinner?

Me:  Chicken

Just as I put the phone down, Tayler yells from across the hall- “I don’t want chicken.  We had that last night!”