“Hey Dad,” Emery called from the kitchen to the basement where Mike and I were watching a movie on the couch, “I need to charge my phone.”
“Your charger is on the counter,” Mike answered.
“I know, but your phone is plugged into it,” Emery explained.
“Oh, go ahead and unplug me.”
“Well that is something you won’t say 50 years from now,” Emery answered and lasted one second before cracking up at her own joke.
“She gets her humor from you,” Mike said looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
She really does.