I'm on a ski trip - left my prego wife and child back home. Last night I was eating dinner at a noisy restaurant and missed Vivian's goodnight phone call. So this morning, Jo called and handed the phone to Vivian.
Vivian: "Daddy - what's the problem? Why won't you talk to us on the phone?"
Me: "Err - good morning Vivian. How are you?
Vivian: "We are having a girl's trip. How is your boy's trip?"
And so it went on and on. She took the phone from Jo four times and added something more each time.
The skiing is great. Fresh power this morning. I miss my girls.
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