Yesterday, during Rose’s piano class, my cell phone buzzed with the information that Alice was IMing me. I thumb-tapped back to her: “Hi! Am sitting in piano,” knowing she’d know that meant I was answering from the phone’s tiny keyboard and she should expect truncated responses to her half of the conversation.
“Of course!” she wrote back. “It’s the only piece of furniture big enough to hold you!”
I laughed so hard it’s a wonder my water didn’t break.
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