"Hey," I said. "I kinda like you."

And he said, "WHAT??!"

So acting like maybe it was bad reception and he really hadn't heard the words, I repeated myself, "I kinda like you."

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"I don't know. I heard your voice and my heart just lifted. So..."

"Mom. You are so. LAME."

"You're welcome," I said. "Goodbye baby. Have fun," I said. Because, you know, we understood each other perfectly.