Driving home the other evening, my cell phone rang.
I glanced at the call – it was work related, but I knew it wasn’t critical. And it was already 6 pm.
I’m not taking that call, I told The Boy. It’s late and I’m unavailable.
I know what you mean, The Boy said. I feel the same way.
That means, he clarified, that if you were planning to call on me to do anything at home, just remember that I’m unavailable.