“Hey, buddy…” I tap my knuckles against Owen’s door. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Okay. Be right there, Mom.”
“I think you need to clean this room…” I say, glancing around at the Lego pieces and other random toys on the floor.
He furrows his brows. “It is.”
I snort, then pick up a piece of clothing. “Oh, is the floor your new hamper?”
His face turns red as he takes the dirty underwear from my hand and tosses it into his basket. I turn as Owen follows me to the kitchen.
Since it’s Friday, I’d usually be at the other house working for a couple of hours, but I couldn’t get a sitter, and after the long week I’ve had, I was content with staying in with Owen.
“So, tell me about school today. Anything fun happen?”
“No, school’s boring.” He groans as he twirls the spaghetti around his fork.
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