That’s rude.
Was I wrong?
The three dots appeared, disappeared, then came back.
Do you put syrup on your pancakes or pour it on the plate and dip?
I stared at the message.
This is the important question?
Answer it.
On the pancakes. Like a normal person.
Her response came so quickly she had to have been waiting.
WRONG.
A laugh slipped out before I could stop it.
There’s no wrong answer to this.
There absolutely is.
Why are you thinking about pancakes on a Saturday morning?
A few seconds passed.
Because I’m eating pancakes.
And instead of enjoying them you decided to bother me?
I needed a second opinion.
“Daddy!”
I slipped my phone into my pocket. “What?”
“We’re still not leaving!”
I walked out of the bathroom and found Mila standing in the hallway.
Barefoot.
I looked down at her feet.
She followed my gaze.
“Oh.”
“Go put your shoes on.”
“I can’t find them.”
I closed my eyes. “Check under your bed.”
She turned around without answering.