Preamble: This weekend, I flew to Chicago to spend approximately 24 hours with some of my high school friends, Meeghan, Tina and Brenda. We went to the Kenny Chesney and Keith Urban concert at Soldier Field and had so much fun. Even though we don't get to see each other as often as we like, our strong bond allows us to go on as though we see each other every day.
On Sunday, I was at the airport waiting to board my flight home. I called home and talked to Mason, and I could tell from background noise (i.e. yelling) that Kyle's patience was wearing thin. He was sick with bronchitis and pneumonia, so he wasn't feeling that great to begin with.
Me: Tell Daddy to stop being so crabby.
Mason: (yelling at his dad) Stop being so crabby! Mommy said!
Kyle: You are driving me nuts! (Mason kept asking if the neighbor could play, but Kyle had told him 20 times the neighbor wasn't home.)
Mason: (yelling at his dad) Stop being so crabby at me!
Me: (laughing on the other end of the phone)
Mason: Mommy, don't talk to Daddy ... he is crabby! Mommy, hang up the phone. Don't talk to Daddy. Hang up the phone.
Kyle: (laughing in the background)
Me: (laughing on the other end of the phone) Okay, I'll hang up. Bye bub.
So I hung up and called back to talk to Kyle. It was so funny, I think you had to be there.