a mom-call

My son very rarely calls just to talk. 

His preferred method of communication is texting. That way, the conversation can stay brief. 

And if I suggest Facetime? Forget it; he's just not interested.

So I'm surprised when my phone rings and it's a Facetime call from Alexander. I stop whatever important task I'm involved with (I think today's was searching for good glass air-tight containers) and begin the call.

"Hey, how's it going?" he says.

Almost all our calls begin like that. And the ones that don't begin with, "I can't talk right now," before I've even said a word. 

My son continues.

"Can you take a look and see if you think I've parked far enough away from this handicapped sign?"

Ah, I get it. This is a mom-call.

Next Alexander turns the camera away from himself.

I first see some green treetops.

Next I see a blue sign indicating that only Handicapped Parking is allowed.

And then I see a car parked near the curb, presumably the rental car my son is using.

None of these are in the same view. I see each separately.

I ask Alexander to back up and try again. 

This time I can see both his car and the sign, but it's difficult to judge the distance between the car and the sign. And even if I could, I have no idea what the minimum distance should be.

I tell Alexander this, and he responds,

"Well, I think it's fine. I'm parking here."

At least I got to see him on Facetime.