Me: Hi. How are you?
Taylor: Tired. I’ve been waiting up.
Me: You’ve been awake this whole time?
Me: Waiting for me to call you? Aw, sweetie, you didn’t have to do that.
Taylor: I know. I wanted to.
Me: Aw. Well, I’m sorry it took me so long. Dad has this series that he found on HBO that he likes. He had me watch a couple of episodes.
Taylor: Oh? What series?
Me: It’s called In Treatment. It’s about a psychiatrist guy and every day he treats a different patient. Have you seen it?
Taylor: Don’t think so. My friends have been talking about a new show, though. Maybe that’s it.
Me: Yeah, maybe.
Taylor: How was dinner?
Me: It was good! Dad made lasagna. Like, homemade lasagna. He made the noodles and the cheese and everthing like that. Well, he didn’t MAKE the cheese, but he…used it.
Taylor: Sounds good. Sad I missed it.
Me: Yeah. Me too.
Me: Oh, I couldn’t write you a Nice Thing tonight. I’m sorry!
Taylor: Oh. That’s okay. You can write me two tomorrow.
Me: Or I can think of one right now. Hmmm.
Taylor: Orrr…you can write me two tomorrow.
Me: No no, I can think of one! Just let me think for a second.
Taylor: You know, the nicest thing you could say to me right now would be ‘I’m tired and I’m going to sleep, so you can go to sleep.’
Me: Oh. You’re tired?
Me: I was kind of hoping to talk for awhile tonight.
Taylor: Aw, this is…really not a good night for that, sweetheart.
Me: Yeah, no, that’s fine. You should go to bed. I’ll talk to you later.
Me: I’ll be pretty busy tomorrow, so I may not be able to –
Taylor: Me too.
Me: -talk to you…okay.
Me: Love you.
Taylor: Love you too.
Me: Talk to you later.
Taylor: Okay. Bye.