Heartbreaking Call
My kid doesn't like to talk to me on the phone much. By not much, I mean never. Imagine my surprise when the phone rang last night and I answered, expecting her mother's voice, only to hear the frail voice of a 5-year-old little girl on the other end. She was laying in bed, trying to go to sleep and she just wanted to call and tell me she loves me and she misses me. It was very moving. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't.I was at Hooters.
posted by Nashville Knucklehead @ 3:22 PM
4 Comments:
LOL! Well you could have used this as a way to get in good with the Hooters ladies...maybe? You know...maybe they like the sensitive type?
Oh and I will be sure to return to your BBQ joint...mighty fine food!
this post turns on a dime...brilliant.
Okay, I'm spewing coffee on the computer.
I will add, if Lil Knuck is like the 7yo, she will get better with the phone in time....so get ready for more calls. Umm, hopefully you'll, on average, be in a place where you can talk. :)
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