I Read My Fathers Mind

I’m pretty sure my dad and I can read minds. While I was warming up some noodles and fixing myself a cup of coffee, I told myself, “My dad would be happy to know the trash is taken out.” I tried throwing away a dirty paper towel earlier and saw that the damn thing was over flowing, so I to tried and push the crap down. After noticing that it didn’t work, nor will it ever, I made the decision to just be the good kid in this household and talk out the trash.

In the process of pouring two packets of low calorie sweetener in my cup, my dad called. I didn’t notice that he called until I looked down at my pebble to check the time and saw there was a recent missed call. I called the old man back who asked readily if I took the trash out. With excitement and blurted out yes, managing to drop my spoon on top of the microwave. I then was asked about the air filter which I wasn’t even thinking about -I gotta change that tomorrow- but yeah, minder readers.

~ Keep it all smiles