Every time I leave home, I can count on a phone call or two. And that’s fine, because I have them trained to call me if they need me. Always accessible, even when I’m an hour from home.
Honestly, I mostly like it because usually when my cell phone rings, it’s N trying to solve any number of weird and random problems in his brain. I’m not often much help to him since he exists on a planet with entirely different laws of physics and social norms, but I try.
Sometimes when I’m gone, he calls Dave. If he can, Dave will also chat with N and try to help him solve these mysteries that plague him. (I would list any of them, but frankly I’m a bad mom and don’t listen to the actual dilemmas much any more. Trust me when I say, they mostly just defy reason.)
So, yesterday, when I heard N chatting away on the phone, I didn’t worry so much. Dave obviously was in a lull at work and could listen. And my brain could be less full.
And the over loaded brain would be why it took me longer than a nanosecond to realize that N had called Dave’s cell phone. Which apparently has service in Taiwan. Where Dave is for work. Taiwan. Does anyone want to hazard a guess at what an international cell phone call costs? Yeah, I’m not looking at the bill.