Friday, July 20, 2007

In Which I Get Guilt-Tripped By a 5-Year-Old

Phone conversation between me and my 5-year-old brother.

: Hey, what's up?
My 5-year-old bro: Um, I don't know.
Me: Well, what are you doing right now?
My bro: What are you doing?
Me: I'm walking home.
My bro: Oh.
Conversation continues.
My bro: Okay, Eli7, I love you.
Me: Bye. I love you too.
My bro: I'm going to go open the door for you.
Me: Wait!

At which point, I have to explain to my brother that by home I meant my apartment in an altogether different city, not the home he is in. His response, "But I want you to be here," may mean I have to go visit my family sooner than later...


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