October 10, 2013: Having a son is different than having a daughter, I think. I called my mom earlier tonight, and we had a thirty-minute conversation about everything from where to meet for next week’s Fifth Avenue production to what time she’s picking up Isabelle tonight (and everything in between). I called my son just now, and said, “Hi!” He said “Hey!”. I said, “Wanna meet for Mexican tomorrow night?” And he said, “Yeah”. So I said, “You workin’?” And he said, “Yeah.” I said, “we’ll talk tomorrow about the time and place.” He said, “Cool.” I said, “Okay, talk to you tomorrow!” He said, “Okay! Later …” The end. I swear to God. MAYBE 20 seconds. Sigh …