Have to do times for Sonic, my pay sheet.
“It’s getting crowded here, don’t you think?” Jack says referring to the video game’s current screen. I start laughing and don’t know why.
Jack and Emma home, playing a video game while I write this on the floor behind them. Love and miss their craziness. Upstairs helping them get dressed and ready for day, brushing teeth I couldn’t stop laughing. These two comedic bandits and their little brother, offering a new career in writing.
He sells me on trying a round. I tell him I haven’t played this game since I was like 12 or 13. He doesn’t hear me, hands controller.