Can't Text This (Texting, #3)

by Teagan Hunter

“Is Uncle Zach dying?” Xavie calls out from the living room. “We hope so! I think I’m in his will.” “Yay, money!”

“Who you texting, Dad?” “Business.” “Business?” “Yeah, none of yours.” He props his hands on his hips and scrunches his face up. “That’s not nice.” “Fine. It’s Santa Claus. Homeboy just told me if you don’t go brush your teeth and get dressed, you’ll be missing a present under the Christmas tree.” He lifts a brow. “Santa’s old. He’ll forget by Christmas time. It’s July, Dad.”

Me: Is it possible to die from rolling your eyes so hard? Python: You texted back, so apparently not.