Mostly True Memoirs
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
I have a confession to make.
It was when I had that connection problem in the Zoom meeting.
It wasn’t a connection problem.
The Grown Son had peeked into my office.
He saw that I was on a conference call.
He got on his hands and knees to crawl below the camera.
He placed a Chick-fil-A waffle fry on my desk.
Then he winked and crawled back out.
That’s when the “connection problem” happened.
I had to turn off the camera to eat that waffle fry.
I had to mute the mic to shout, “Thank you, you are my current favorite child.”
Like magic, my connection problem was suddenly resolved.