“Hey, Mom,” Younger hollered down the hallway last night.
I peeked around my computer towards the direction of his voice. “Yeah?”
“Have I taken a shower tonight?”
I blinked. “Uh, I don’t think so?”
“I don’t think so, either,” he finally muttered.
“Well, is your towel wet?”
“Oh, it’s hanging up. Not in the floor. So, I haven’t taken a shower today.”
I sighed. “That’s just sad, Younger.”
“Just honest,” he replied cheerfully. “And a little funny.”
Ah, yes, and, some day, he will bless one lucky lady with his humor.
She may strangle him with a wet towel.
But she’ll be laughing all the while.