The phone call

The phone rings. I have been gone from home for exactly 12 minutes.

That means the kids are probably fighting.

“Hello?” I say.

Beep, beep, beep. Beepbeep.

“Hello? HELLO! You’ve already called me. Stop dialing.”

Beep beep.

“Hello? Mom can hear you. Who is this?”

“Mom?” A teeny voice says.

“Hi Miss E. What are you doing with the phone?” I ask, guessing correctly that she did this by herself.

“Hi Mom. I calling you.”

“I see that. Where’s Mr. A?”

“He’s over there. Mr. M is here too.”

“I know. Did Mr. A help you call me?”

“No, I do it by myself. Daddy isn’t home.”

“I know he isn’t honey. He won’t be home until late.”

“I want to come with you.”

“I know, but you can’t come this time. Mommy needs to go fast.”

“Can I play your Ipad?”

“Sure. But don’t play Mommy’s games, ok?” The last time she deleted Where’s my water? it took me half the day to get back to where I was.

“OK.”

“All right sweetie. I need to go so I can shop fast and come home.”

“Ok. Bye Mom.”

“Bye Miss E.”

I smile as I hang up wondering how in heavens name my two-year-old managed to call me. I think a few strangers may have been lucky enough to receive some hang-up calls. But I think she has better phone skills than my 9 year old.

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