My husband called home this afternoon as he often does late in the afternoon. The ultra motive for his calls are to gage what kind of chaos or mood he will be arriving home to that evening. So we are briefly comparing our days and sharing stories.
It dawns on me that the phone just doesn't sound right, so I ask "Emma are you on the phone?" A little voice replies "No" and returns to silence. Paul and I both crack up that she blew her cover, but thinks by staying silent she's safe. She also does this to me when I am on the phone with the cable company, doctors and neighbors. You gotta love kids!
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