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He’s five, and he loves to answer the home phone when it rings. Let me preface this by clarifying that we only have a home phone for the emergency purpose of calling out. Anyone calling in is either a friend or family member who is unable to reach us via our cell phones or, more likely, a sales or marketing call. Annoying. So, I let them (the three and five-year-old) answer the phone because they race for it when it rings. I sometimes feel sorry for the telemarketers…psych! I don’t really.
The influences of his family and household were clearly affecting the way this morning’s incoming call went:
Ring! Ring!
Little feet racing toward telephone (D’Lo won)
“Bonjour.” (influence of French-loving sister)
“Bonjour!” he repeated (sounds more like bon-joy coming out of his mouth, probably confused the guy)
“What do you want?” (influence of Daddy who hates telemarketing calls)
“I’m sorry, George, can you repeat that?” (influence of Mommy, who has some level of phone etiquette)
“I can’t hear you, George, so you need to repeat that…or shut up.” (influence of the sum of the teenagers he lives with)
“OK, goodbye.” (influence of the scowl on my face as I rushed toward him to grab that phone)
Click. Poor George, heehee.
