Yesterday I tried to mess with my three-year-old nephew’s head by calling him to wish him a happy Mother’s Day. It didn’t even faze him. When I said, “Happy Mother’s Day!” he just said it back to me, as if I’d said, “Good morning.”
The kid’s a trip. It was the first time we actually had a conversation on the phone.
Apparently Monday mornings hold no dread for him. When I asked, “What are your plans for tomorrow?” he replied with one word: “Play.”
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