“Slice of Life…It’s not happening now is it? Does it start tomorrow?” My son asked after seeing one of the many open tabs on my computer.
“No, Friday,” I respond.
“Ugghhh…please don’t stalk me this time.”
To be clear, I don’t stalk him. However, each March for the last five years I have been known to stop mid-conversation and start jotting down what he is saying in order to write it in a slice later on. He’s thirteen now. He hates it.