"Even dinosaurs sleep."
"No! They roar all night! ROAAAAAR!"
"Tyler, bedtime. Now." Jessica's voice has that mom edge.
Tyler's face goes mulish. Then: "Daddy, are you coming tomorrow?"
"Not tomorrow, buddy. But Thursday—you're coming to my house for Thanksgiving, remember? With turkey and everything."
Tyler's eyes go wide. "Turkey? At your house?"
"Yep. You're spending the whole day with me."
"And Reese?"
"And Reese. And some of my friends. My friend Sully really wants to meet you."
"Does he play hockey?"
"He's the best hockey player."
"Better than you?"
I laugh. "Sometimes."
Jessica leans into frame. "Ten o'clock Thursday morning for pickup?"
"I'll be there," I confirm. "Tyler, should we bring your dinosaurs?"
"ALL of them?"
Jessica interrupts. "Three dinosaurs. We discussed this."
"But Mom?—"
"Three."
Tyler considers this. "Fred comes?"
"Fred definitely comes," I assure him.
"Okay! Thursday! With turkey!" He bounces again, pajama top riding up to show his belly.
"All right, that's really it now," Jessica says firmly. "Say goodnight."
"Wait! Pinky promise about Thursday?"
I hold my pinky to the camera. Tyler jabs at the screen trying to hook it.
"That counts," Jessica says. "Logan, don't let him eat too much pie. Sugar makes him crazy."
"Noted."
"I'm talking multiple slices. He'll try to charm everyone into giving him more."
"I'M NOT CHARMING!" Tyler shouts.
"Very charming," Jessica corrects. "Goodnight."
