I paused for a second. “Maybe later.” I was hurrying to clean up the kitchen in between phone calls, since a snow day for the kids doesn’t mean I get snow day from my work. I was flustered and already thinking through my next task for as soon as I could escape back down to my home office.
He didn’t ask why the nice older man had thought he was a girl. He knew why. He’s nine and a half now and he hasn’t cut his hair since just before his eighth birthday.
Playing this silly, wonderful game is a way to temporarily pause the intensity of my thoughts and let my brain float away on something fun and frivolous — like decorating a themed nursery for baby Sim twins, or designing a Victorian mansion with a haunted graveyard out back.