Caleb got a little too glowy-crowy this afternoon, picking at Lochlan just sharply enough to make me annoyed. That's almost the worst kind of mad for me because I get frustrated and stubborn and easily flustered. So when his phone rang and it was on the table he asked if I could grab it as he was talking to Lochlan (or I should say boasting) and so I did and it was his senior lawyer, the partner just checking in to congratulate him once again.
I answered Caleb's phone with the name of his holdings company, as one does when you're not the phone owner and it's business.
Ah. Good afternoon. Bridget, is it? How are you?
I'm fine, thank you for asking. How are you today?
Can't complain. Listen, is Caleb close by?
Sure thing, just one moment.
I laid the phone face up on the table and yelled, Daddy! Phone!
When he's off the phone he's probably going to throw me out to sea.