About a week ago Leta was playing a game on one of our phones before school when I told her it was time to go get dressed. She set the phone on her lap and asked, “Can I resume playing this game when I’m done?”
Um, excuse me, Doogie?
I looked at Jon to see if he had heard what she had just said, and his eyes were just as big as mine. Meaning they had popped out onto the floor, and now Marlo was putting them in her mouth.
“Did you just say resume?” I asked her.
She blinked wildly at me, flummoxed at the question, I guess. Like, if the Mormons are right about the