Friday, August 27, 2004
Phone rings:
Me: Hello?
D: (always cheerful) HEllooooooo!
Me: (skipping and bouncing around the kitchen gleefully) Deeeeeeeeee! Hiiiiiiiiii!
D: Whatcha doin'?
Me: Making Kevin's lunch for tomorrow.
D: Aww, that's cute!
Me: Yeah. How's Texas treating you?
D: It's ok. We don't really like it here, but that's ok, too. You know why? Guess why. Guess where I'm going.
Me: (Please say Kansas City! Please say Kansas City!) I give up. Where?
D: Iraq!!
Me: (sniffling) W-wh-what?
D: Iraq!!
Me: Wh-when?
D: The sixth.
Me: SEPTEMBER 6th? Like in a WEEK?
D: Yep!
Me: How long?
D: At least 6 months, probably.
Me: D, NO! NOOOO!
D: It's OK!
Me: People are dying there!
D: It's ok, really. It'll be fine!
Me: NO! D, I'm going to do something about this!
D: You can't.
But I can. I could call his who-ever-is-in-charge and out him. I could. But I won't. Not unless D wants me to. But I want me to. But I won't. But I could.
Me: Hello?
D: (always cheerful) HEllooooooo!
Me: (skipping and bouncing around the kitchen gleefully) Deeeeeeeeee! Hiiiiiiiiii!
D: Whatcha doin'?
Me: Making Kevin's lunch for tomorrow.
D: Aww, that's cute!
Me: Yeah. How's Texas treating you?
D: It's ok. We don't really like it here, but that's ok, too. You know why? Guess why. Guess where I'm going.
Me: (Please say Kansas City! Please say Kansas City!) I give up. Where?
D: Iraq!!
Me: (sniffling) W-wh-what?
D: Iraq!!
Me: Wh-when?
D: The sixth.
Me: SEPTEMBER 6th? Like in a WEEK?
D: Yep!
Me: How long?
D: At least 6 months, probably.
Me: D, NO! NOOOO!
D: It's OK!
Me: People are dying there!
D: It's ok, really. It'll be fine!
Me: NO! D, I'm going to do something about this!
D: You can't.
But I can. I could call his who-ever-is-in-charge and out him. I could. But I won't. Not unless D wants me to. But I want me to. But I won't. But I could.
