I’ll Take Guilt for $200, Alex

Last night I was at the office when Elliot was ready to go to bed. He called me to say goodnight, or at least that’s what he told his daddy he wanted to do. He asked me if I was coming home. I said no and that I’d see him in the morning. The rest of the conversation went like this:

Elliot: you come home mommy, peeze

Me: I’d really like to honey but I can’t. I’ll see you in the morning.

Ellliot: Peeze peeze come home mommy. Mommy come home now peeze. Peeze?

Boy did I feel like mother of the year. Fortunately, Peter called me again shortly after Elliot was in bed to report that as soon as Elliot hung up the phone he was fine. He read a book and completely forgot that I wasn’t there.

Not sure which is worse.