A couple of days ago, my wife called me just as I was about to go into a meeting. This is how the call went:
Wife: Do you have a second? Your son needs to talk to you.
Me: Yeah, I've got just a second. Put him on.
(Pause)
Son: Daaaddddyyy!
Me: What's wrong, little buddy?
Son: (Said through sobs) I was in the front yard, and I found a stick, and I picked it up, and then I went to the back yard, and Bonnie grabbed it, and Bonnie ate it.
Me: She did?
Son: Yeah, Bonnie ate it. She ate my stick.
Me: Don't worry. We can find another one.
Son: She ate it.
Me: I know, buddy. I'm sorry.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
An Important Phone Call
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4 comments:
OMG, did you find another one? DON'T KEEP US WAITING!
He has another stick...crisis averted. :)
Phew.
Has any one checked on the dog/beaver?
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