Being Me

I called home after baseball and Delaney answered.

Me: You doing OK?

Delaney: Yep.

Me: Is anyone there?

Delaney: No, unless they have active camouflage and I can’t see them.

Me: What are you doing?

Delaney: I’m being me.

At that point I thought he was fine, decided to hit the store, and then head home.