Self-Involved Much?
/The phone rings this evening and it's my sister. "Hi, what are you doing?" she asks.
"Cooking dinner."
(There is minor commontion in the background on her end.) "Are you okay?" she asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a simple sweet potato hash."
She bursts out laughing. "Not you. Cole (her 3-year-old) was choking and I was making sure he was okay."
Okay. No way around it, that's embarrassing. And of course, the sister can't let it go. "Are you having trouble stirring? Do you want to talk about it?"
"Shut up."
"Sometimes chopping can be hard. It's important that you know you're not alone."
So much for sisterly love. As for me, I'm never answering the phone again.