The Honor

I am no longer the only person at MIT Sloan without a smartphone. Ok. I was the only person at the Pentagon, at church, in Qatar, or any other place.

My iPhone was scheduled to be delivered sometime on Saturday. I had a date 12-2, but someone needed to be home to sign for the package. Evan wanted to go to the library in the morning, but was willing to be back by 12noon. When he is home, he cannot hear the doorbell because he has earphones in and is singing along. So, I asked him for a favor. Probably his favoritest favor ever:

"Could you please lay down on the couch in the family room and watch a movie from 12-2?"

He agreed.

In the end, I got back from the date and the package hadn't been delivered yet. 30 minutes later the doorbell rang. As I came down the stairs, Evan answered the door and the postwoman handed him a pen and the form to sign. When I got to the entryway, Evan held out the paper and pen to me and said, "Would you like the honor?"