Phone calls with Jack are always entertaining. And I mean always. If I’m listening to him talk to someone, I am thoroughly entertained by his side of the conversation. And if I’m on the receiving end of a call from Jack, well that’s just something else altogether. Sort of a cross between entertainment and me getting berated because I’m not a mind reader.
Jack: Hi Mom! I called you.
me: I know. Sorry, I just turned the phone on. What’s going on?
Jack: Oh, nothing much, I’m at Dad’s.
me: Yeah? Having any fun?
Jack: Not right now.
me: Do you have some fun things planned for today?
Jack: (garbled) Maybe…
me: What? I couldn’t hear that…
Jack: (more garbling) Maybe!
me: Sorry, did you say Babies?
Jack: MAYBE!! (now the phone’s in his mouth)
me: Uh…(pause) can you move away from the phone a bit and try again, I can’t really hear you.
Jack: (from across the room) maybe…!!
me: How about closer than that. Sigh. Never mind.
Jack: I! SAID! MAYBE!
me: Oh I heard you now. So maybe what? I forgot what the heck I asked you ha ha.
Jack: If you can’t hear on the phone, maybe you shouldn’t talk on the phone.
me: Nice. It’s the signal sweetie, sometimes it cuts out.
Jack: Don’t you know when I say Maybe I mean Maybe?
me: But I couldn’t hear you, so I didn’t know that. So what do you think you’ll do today?
Jack: (Big sigh…he ignores me out of frustration) Okay well love you miss you and see you soon!
Maybe I should just text him?