T left for school this morning and when I came back down the stairs he had left all the lights on. The toaster was left out on the counter. It amazes me that he has no clue how things get put back into their proper space. I swear he thinks that it is magic.
When I got home from work he was flaked out on his bed. I walked into his bedroom and smiled down at him. He looks at me and says hello then asks me if I could figure out the word. That ‘A’ just did not work.
He shows me the board and the letters are L_RIC.
Lyric I said without hesitation.
He put the ‘Y’ in there and it worked. Under his breath he muttered ‘of course you got it right!’
I looked at him and smiled. That is my thing I said to him. What was he playing you might wonder. Wordle. I have to admit that I am impressed.