“Bye. Oh, when do you think I should get Kevin up?”
“Give him until 10:00 and then rattle his cage.”
“Will do.”
After she left, I looked at the clock and figured I could give my mom a call. I got in the habit of calling her on Saturday mornings when I was in college. It was my subtle way of letting her know that I wasn’t out late drinking the night before.
She picked up on the second ring and said, “Good morning, Carrie, I hoped I’d hear from you today. How’s it going?”
“Hi Mom,” I said and filled her in on the details of yesterday.
“Poor kid,” she said, “it sounds like you handled it well though. How’s he this morning?”
“He’s still in bed, I’m letting him sleep until 10. He needs his rest, doctor’s orders.”
“Oooh, doctor’s orders. Better do it then,” she laughed.