Oldest and I are sitting across from each other--each on a sofa, laptops balanced on legs stretched far enough to reach the ottoman in the middle. He asks what I'm doing, and I tell him that I'm commenting on slices, and then need to write mine.
"I don't know why you do this challenge thing," he says, "it seems like a lot of work."
"I just enjoy it I guess," I reply, "and by the way, do you have any material for me?" Those who've read my slices during past challenges may remember that I shamelessly use my family to supply me with slice ideas. Don't judge me.
He continues to read random quotes and other bits of information. I tell him thanks--I'm done slicing and I appreciate his help.
So, um. Well.....yeah.