Phone rings. I pick up in the basement. It's Andy.
HRH (a second later from upstairs): Hel-lo?
Andy: Hi HRH, it's Daddy. How are you? How was school today? (more parent/child phone conversational drivel ensues). HRH, can you please press the red button so I can talk to Mommy?
HRH: Okay, Daddy, I'm putting you on speaker. (Does it. The Backyardigans - I mean Sesame Street - singing in the background)
RC (plaintive whining through located contraband pacifier): I wanna talk to Daddy!
Andy: Hi RC. HRH, can you please press the red button? (beep as HRH disconnects)
Andy (to me): So I was onli- (beep as HRH rejoins conversation).
HRH: Mommy, I want a drinking yogurt.
Me: Sure baby, get one from the fridge and please press the red button (beep as HRH disconnects).
Andy: ...looking at different options for kindergart- (beep as RC joins conversation, pacificier still in mouth). I can't do this.
RC: I wanna talk to Daddy!! (immediately disconnects).
Me: No, it's okay now. ..
Sounds of RC coming downstairs.
Me: So, we'll talk about this when you get home?
Andy: Uh, yeah. Bye, lo-
Me: No. Don't touch that. You'll break the computer!
Disconnect.
Fun With Rockets
3 days ago
1 comment:
Yes. This is, unfortunately, familiar. I don't know how any of us remembers what we originally intended to say. We're interrupted too much.
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