© 2019 Aaron Atkinson

Text Her

I’m tucking Finn into bed.

Finn: Where’s Mommy?

Me: I think she’s downstair, bud.

Finn: Can you send her up?

Me: I sure will.

Finn: I mean now. Will you text her?

Me: Text her?

Finn: Yeah, you know. Get out your phone and text her to come up and see me.

Me: Nah. I think I’ll walk down and ask her to head up. You know, the old fashion way.

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