He knows what it is; however, last time he had a mobile they were shoebox-sized and not a flat touchscreen that, for the life of him, keeps doing things he doesn't want it to do. But he's getting there as I drive back to the shop and prepare myself for another session of Overwhelming Mom. Maybe that could be her superhero name. “Try not to drain the bit of battery life it has,” I chide him. I wanted to leave the contraption charging, but he wanted to bring it with him. I swear he looks like an eleven-year-old with a new toy. Then we arrive at the bookstore and I mentally duck. “Steven!” Run my hand through my jaw and down my neck as she embraces him in a too-effusive hug. “Juliana. How good to see you! How are you today?” Did she just squirm? “Much better now that you're here.” She holds onto his arms. “We're going to have a great time.” Daphne's making a sign for the door, writing that we're closing early and adding some swirly lines to it while I make my way around the place to see if everything's in order.
