One Day, Three Conversations with Minus-Five

Morning, Chat 1:

MF: What are you doing?

TR: Leaving Lo's softball game. I'm trying to talk her into riding home with her father.

MF: That should be easy.

TR: No, it's not. She knows he WANTS her to go with him. Hey, you know how last night was Jack's first football-game-marching-band performance?

MF: Um, I think you mentioned that--ABOUT 28 TIMES THIS WEEK.

TR: Well, by the second inning, I was seriously over the game. On top of that, I was getting nauseated from being in the seething cauldron of teenage hormones--sixth and seventh grade girls wearing more makeup than KISS, the high school boys with their Sevenfold haircuts. So as soon as the band finished their half-time show, we left Jack there and went to eat pizza. We did order to-go for him, though.

MF: Poor Jack. But what I wanna talk about is how you guys eat pizza more than any family I know. More than mine did, even.

TR: We're busy. I can't be cooking tacos all the time.

MF: Seriously, though, Tania.


Afternoon, Chat 2:

MF: What are you doing?

TR: Taking Jack to his friend Miki's.

MF: Is Jack running away?

TR: Jack, she wants to know if you're running away.

Jack: Tell her to keep it on the DL.

TR: He's running away, and I'm driving him there. I also helped him pack.

MF: Poor Jack.


Evening, Chat 3:

MF: What are you doing?

TR: Watching Harry Potter with my kid.

MF: Did Biggy go watch the Florida game somewhere?

TR: Yup. But I went to run at the river with Georgia AND I went shopping. I owe him the three hours.

MF: I'm just saying...I knew you were full of crap earlier about how he wasn't going to leave you stuck with Lola all evening.

TR: Whatever. Hey, I've gotta go. Mine and Lo's pizza is here.