“Ray, Ray, Ray, can Rupert say the countdown?” asks an excited Vinnie.
I don’t want to prolong the dialogue, “Sure, Vinnie.”
Vinnie holds Rupert, his stuffed grizzly bear in front of his face and speaks in a falsetto tone, “9.”
“Did Rupert do great, Ray? Did he?” asks Vinnie.
“None better,” I say thinking do I have to do this for eight more days. Ugh!