"u too, u two"

       I messaged David at bedtime, concerned a little how he was, having helped Connie and me with a couple things the last two days while carrying on a full time job.  The brief exchange ended this way:

       Don:  I'll say good night.
David: Thx pops.
       Don:  Talk tomorrow.
David: Night u too, u two
       Don:  He's in London.  Good night.

       This earned me a smiley face.  I liked David's word play and figured my response was passable for an octogenarian who remembers pencils.