I Don't Make This Stuff Up

Friday, May 20, 2005 12:52 PM

I just got off the phone with my wife. She's in Kentucky right now with our children, staying at her grandmother's house. I automatically know its her on the phone, because I can barely hear her when she calls. There is too much child-generated background noise but it to be anyone else.

We have a small conversation, in which I can hear my son in the background. Here's a short excerpt of that talk:

'lilmanwithpez: Up MOMMY!

wifewithpez: You can sit here with me, but I'm not getting up just so you can sit down. I'm 23, you're 2.

'lilmanwithpez: Up! UP! UP!!!

wifewithpez: No! You want to talk to Daddy?

'lilmanwithpez: Datty!

And then, of course, she hands the phone to him where I get to hear mostly mouth breathing. I swear to God, he's swallowed the damn reciever. So, I try to have a little fun.

manwithpez: Are you still a redhead?

'lilmanwithpez: No!

manwithpez: Touch your hair and tell me.

'lilmanwithpez: That's Mommy's!

wifewithpez: (background) Ow! What are you doing!

And, then I hear my son laugh, and his voice fades. I can tell he's set the phone down and has run off.

wifewithpez: Are you there?

manwithpez: Yes. Did he touch his hair?

wifewithpez: No! He just poked me in the boob and said "That's mommy's!" (suspiciously) Did you tell him to do that?

manwithpez: Why would I do that?


I get a kick out of that little boy. I can tell he's going to be a man after my own heart.

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