She skips out of the room, singing, “You’re going to get laid.”
I swear I wonder sometimes what her maturity level is. I open my emails, but my phone begins to buzz with a text message
Ashton: Thanks for saying yes. Twice.
Me: Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane?
Ashton: Don’t change the subject. P.S. I could be available for a playdate too, you know.
I smile before I realize it.
Me: Let’s take one date at a time. I don’t want you to think I’m easy.
Crap. Am I flirting?
Ashton: Would never think such a thing. Besides, I meant for Reed and Sadie.
I slap my hand to my forehead. Oh, I’m such an idiot. Here I think he’s talking about sex, and he’s talking about an actual playdate for the kids.
Me: Of course. I was joking.
That’s such a lie.
Ashton: I’m sure. ;) I never would have thought you had such a dirty mind
Me: I think that’s your job, right?
Ashton: To be the object of your dirty thoughts? Yes. It’s only fair.
I shake my head. I need to get away from the conversation and fast.
Me: Have a safe trip. Go Gamblers!
Ashton: Thanks, but before I go, do you still want those tickets??
Like I’m ever going to go to Vegas.
Me: Always!
I tease him.
Ashton: :) Have a go
od day then, Lexie
Me: Have a safe trip
I put my phone down and realize that I do like him.
Crap.
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“Pops, you’re so funny.” Sadie is holding her side, laughing at Dad.
“What are you saying? I’m being serious. Worms are the secret ingredient in these cookies.” Dad tries to hold back his smile, but it’s hard for him.
“Grammy, did Pops put worms in our food?”