Tales of Beekey, Pt. II

(Part I)

Tony: Mom, can I use your phone? I need to call someone.

Me: Um, who are you calling?

Tony: Beekey.

Me: Yeah, sure. Here.

Tony (dialing first, OBVIOUSLY): Hey, Beekey? How are you? You’re fine, that’s good. I was wondering if .. wait, what you say? BEEKEY, CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN, BEEKEY. BEEKEY, YOU ARE OKAY.

Me: ?!?!

Tony (morosely putting the phone down): Well, that was Beekey.

Me: Is she okay?

Tony: No. She about to foh up. (throw up)

****

Me: How cool is this circus, guys? Do you think we’ll see a DRAGON?

(Spoiler alert: we did not see a dragon.)

Tony: I can’t wait to see Beekey.

Me: … Beekey’s here?

Tony: Yes. She dance with knives on a horse.

****

Tonight:

Tony: I need to call Beekey. Can you wait outside? I need some .. priiiiivacy.

Me: Oh, okay. Sure. Yeah.

Tony: Hello, Beekey? You wanna come to my Nonna’s house? She get me on Friday. You want to come? Oh. Well, okay. Maybe we can do it again sometime.

AND THEN MY HEART BROKE. HE GOT DISSED BY HIS IMAGINARY SISTER.

I hope that bitch did throw up.