Oh, hi, Pooky. I love you. I knew that. I m on my way. Be right there.
Traffic s pretty bad.
Then I pack it up and make a mad dash. Her cheer coaches have labeled me as the late dad and this, of course, thoroughly embarrasses the poor child. I look around at all our friends many of whom also are parents of teens. They all seem relaxed and cool about things. She assured me that we hadn t missed anything.