My grandson Brendan calls me periodically and gives telephone performances. They can't really be called conversations except when he asks if I want to sing lead or backup for our duets or when he asks me to choose which story he'll quote or song we'll sing. He's quite a character! I've been trying to teach him how to end a conversation gracefully, but so far it hasn't taken. Sometimes my son sets a limit and will give him a countdown to end the conversation. I'll hear "3 minutes" in the background or whatever. He's now worked this out to ask me if it's time to go yet. If I tell him no, we keep talking. If I say yes, he hangs up immediately. No good-bye, nothing! Just, "Is it time to go?" Me, "Yes." Then "click" and that's it. He cracks me up.
Sam's comment on the previous post referred to that in case you wondered.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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3 comments:
I'm glad you explained that - I had this vision of Sam dressed up as Death The Trucker, roaming around the country packing his refrigerated trailer with souls to deliver to Abby.
Well I just love the stories of you and Brendan. They are a hoot!
Xoxox
Tug
Kids love rules. They are simple and finite!
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