3 kids. #1 son, 38, calls his mother every day and me the most days I'd guess. He's a charmer and knows where the balance of power lies. No matter how short the call, she knows she will hear from him daily.
Daughter, 34, and son also 34, yes, they're twins.
She calls me when she needs something or something is broken. She's divorced and I help her with her 4-year-old girl regularly- and am delighted to do it- usually. She and her mom will usually be operating some sort of obscure feud that I can't keep track of no matter how much they tell me. In between diatribes, complaints, and interpretations of social media posts as slings and arrows in a war too subtle for me to detect, they talk on the phone for hours at a time. What on earth can they find to talk about for that long and never once mention the election, baseball, or the Civil War? I thought they were mad at each other? Better stay out of it, besides, they have to talk to arrange their shopping, lunches, and pedicures.
And then there's #2 son. We actually have two for one with him. We'll call them #2a and #2b. "A" is the sweetest, kindest, most respectful, helpful and generous kid you would ever want. "What a nice young man." "B" is not. He'll call during his long commute, and you know it's in a large part to assuage his boredom. You will either get a fascinating and informative discussion of an art object, antique, or personality #2a had encountered that day, or you will be hearing a very upset #2b providing a furious running commentary on the vehicular felons with whom he is forced to share the road. You will also hear from him on the weekend when his wife works a day and he wants to go climbing, fishing, sailing; "You should spend more time with the kids, don't ya think?" Transparent as they may be we really like those calls.
So no complaints, 3 kids, and I figure about 20-30 calls a week. Now, if they would just get all their stuff out of the basement and garage.
