My boss wondered why I had not phoned in sick. Having an urgent problem with a section of the newspaper she knew nothing about, she dialed my home phone number and was greeted with Alex's whisper.
"Hello?"
"Is your daddy home?" she asked.
"Yes," whispered the small voice.
"May I talk with him?"
The child whispered, "No."
Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, my boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"
"Yes."
May I talk with her?"
Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Hoping there was somebody with whom she could leave a message, my boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"
"Yes," whispered my four-year-old. "A policeman."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at my house, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"
"No, he's busy," whispered Alex.
"Busy doing what?"
"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the fireman," came the whispered answer.
Growing more worried as she heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, Ros, my boss, asked, "What is that noise?"
"A helicopter," answered the whispering voice.
"What is going on there?" demanded Ros, now truly apprehensive.
Again, whispering, my child answered, "The search team just landed a helicopter." Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle... "ME."
2 comments:
That kid has got an amazing sense of timing.
Ahah, such a great story. You should drop journalism and switch to fiction, you have a good timing and manipulate very well the "this story is true"/not true...
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