Reefside, California, Most of Sunday

[connernotconnor]

It was hot out, and like most Californians who you'd think would be used to the heat, Conner was lying around on the couch in his shorts demolishing his fourth bottle of Gatorade (red, of course), windblown from the fan going full blast, and grumbling that he was going to melt into the cushions

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[orbingarcher]

Once again, Javelin managed to get her hands on Mommy's cell phone and pushed buttons.

[connernotconnor]

Ooo. Phone call from the girlfriend. That put a positive spin on a hot day.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey, Gwynn!"

[orbingarcher]

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyy!"

[connernotconnor]

That sound there? That was Conner falling off the couch.

"Oh, are we doing this again?"

[orbingarcher]

"Hello Daddy. How are you?"

[connernotconnor]

"Melting," Conner said. "How are you? . . . who are you?"

[orbingarcher]

Javelin sighed. "Javelin Kerrick McKnight."

[connernotconnor]

"Javelin?" Conner echoed incredulously. "Javelin?"

Beat.

"You have the coolest name ever. Did I come up with that?"

[orbingarcher]

"Mommy gave me my first name and you gave me my second name."

[connernotconnor]

Conner laughed. "That's 'cause your mom and I are cool like that, right?"

[orbingarcher]

"No, she's your hot leather princess."

[connernotconnor]

Conner choked, and his attempt to scramble back up onto the couch failed miserably. "Well, yeah, but uh . . . "

[orbingarcher]

"Daddy? Are you making your hands wave again?"

[connernotconnor]

"Only one of them," Conner said. The other one was hanging onto the couch cushions for dear life.

[orbingarcher]

She giggled.

"Mommy did that, too."

[connernotconnor]

"Uh huh," Conner said, and managed to flop back up onto the couch. "Did either of us explain why?"