Thursday, 4 February 2010

Phone Call

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"Hello?"

"Hi honey. This is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?"

"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul."

After a brief pause, Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Paul."

"Oh yes I do, he comes to visit often and Mommy told me to call him Uncle Paul, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy, Right now!"

A brief Pause.

"Uh, okay then, let us play a game with Mommy and Uncle Paul. This is what I want you to do: Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs nice and quick. And knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mommy that Daddy's home! His car is in the driveway!"

"Okay, Daddy!" she giggled as she ran off.

A few minutes later the little girl came back to the phone, "I did it, Daddy!"

"And what happened, honey?"

"Well, Mommy yelled the 'F' word, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around putting her clothes on. She tripped in her nickers and hit her head on the dresser. And then she just lay there!"

"Oh my God!!! What about Uncle Paul?"

"He also jumped out of the bed with no clothes on. He was all scared and he jumped out of the back window and dived into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn't know that you took the water out last week to clean the pool. He hit the bottom of the pool with a big bang... He's also not moving?"

A long pause.

"Er ..."

A longer pause.

"Hmm ..."

Even longer pause.

"Honey, you said swimming pool ... ? Is your name Jessica?"

"No, I think you have the wrong number."

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