On the 9:30 Ferry
November 1, 2008
My wife answered the phone. A little voice said, “We will be on the 9:30 ferry.”
“We are waiting for you,” my wife answered.
“That’s pretty good,” said my wife. Not five years old and she calls us to tell us when she will be arriving.
“Yes,” I said. “She will probably going to a closing to buy her own house when she is eight years old.”
“Anyway, she will have her own cell phone, her own iPod, and will be text messaging her friends by then,” said my wife.
The mommies and RG shold arrive in about ten minutes.