To Younger Monkey, My Brother, Whom I Slept With

I looked at my cell phone - one voice mail.  From my son.  After he went to bed.  He forgot it was in his pocket or on his bed and he rolled over on top of it, pushing the redial button.  What goes on in that bedroom after their lights go out . . .

YM: blah-blah [1]

OM: No.

YM: blah-blah

OM: I don't want ice cream because we don't have any.

YM: blah-blah

OM: Now shut up and go to sleep.

YM: blah-blah

OM: I'm getting aggravated.

YM: *giggle*


[1] He was far from the mic and so everything he said was somewhat indistinct.