“Booger Head?” Daddy Phil’s voice came over the phone.
“I didn’t say any of that! Joey is lying!” I said in my own defense.
“Is that so?” he said and I heard Joey squealing like a pig.
He must have been running away because it sounded like his squeals were fading in the distance.
“How are you son?” Daddy Phil asked while chuckling a bit over the way his son had acted.
“Truth?” I asked.
I know he could hear in my voice how I was, but still he said, “I would hope always.”
I sighed a bit before answering, “I’ve been better.”
“Of that I am sure!” he said, “Anything in particular?”
