The Littler One (TLO) got a gold star today, and here is why:
The phone rings. I suspect it is a telemarketer, but I pick it up anyway for two reasons. First, we are waiting to hear back from some folks regarding housing in Alabama and I have no idea what kind of numbers they will be calling from. Second, if it is a telemarketer I plan to tell them that no, Austin isn't here, and they have the wrong number.
(Apparently, Austin was pre-approved for something or other and was so thrilled he left our number on his application. This one guy who called a week ago said "Well, you'll be getting a lot of calls like this one in the next few weeks, so you may just want to say you bought it already." Whatever "it" is.)
Me: "Hello?"
I hear a random noise that is something like when a computer is calling and connects the rep.
Voice on the other end: "Hell-"
TLO: "Hello Mom."
He has picked up another handset downstairs.
Me: "TLO, I've got it, hang up the phone. Go ahead, I'm sorry."
Voice on the other end: "H-"
TLO: "Who is it Mom?"
Me: "I don't know, you have to stop talking so I can hear them."
TLO: "But I want to be with you."
Me: "Then come up and be with me while I talk to this person."
TLO: "No, I want to be on the phone with you."
Me: "Then be quiet so I can hear what they want to say. How can I help you?"
TLO: "Who is it Mom?"
Me: "I don't know, they can't speak because you keep talking. Be quiet, or hang up the phone."
TLO: "But Moooo-oooommmm, I want you!"
(we talk in a few more circles)
Me: "Then come and get me! But either be quiet or hang up the phone."
TLO: "No! I want to talk too."
Me: "TLO! I said--"
Dead line beeping. The caller has hung up, apparently quite a while ago.
Me: "See, TLO, they hung up. Hang up the phone now."
I hang up, go downstairs, and kiss his naughty little head...
