Last Two Phone Calls with My Mother
Mom: Hi, how are you?
Me: OK, but busy. Drake and Guppy are pretty demanding lately.
Mom: (starts to talk)
THUNK (Guppy’s large head hitting wood floor, after Drake has shoved him)
Guppy: WAAAAAH! (wail of outrage)
Me, dropping phone: DRAKE!
Pitter, patter (Drake running away)
Me, gritted teeth: Sorry Mom, gotta go. (Hang up)