It starts like this:
Beck has pink eye. We’re pretty sure. Mom made a quick diagnosis and we decided it was best he be seen Sunday night b/c he needed 24 hours on an antibiotic to be clear for school.
It’s 8:00 at night. Beck took a power nap. He’ll be up for a while.
Maggie: We should take him.
Me: Do you need me to go with you?
Maggie: No but…. I thought you might want to get dinner and I kinda want an iced tea so…
Me: But you don’t need me to go right?
Maggie: I don’t NEED you. But if you want to come….
Me: I don’t know, I mean, but if you don’t need me….
Beck: GIGI, COME.
Me: Of course! I’m coming Beck!