In Which the Indian Man on the Phone Needs to Poop

Let me set up the scene for you...I'm on the phone. My kids are gathered at the kitchen table doing their schoolwork. As a good homeschooling mama, I should be sitting there with them, but I really wanted to get this phone call over with. You know what kind of phone call I'm talking about. The kind with a lot of automated computer prompts..."press this number, press that number...I understand you want to speak with an operator, but let me get a little more information from you first"...blah, blah, blah....

Yeah, that kind. So, I am so excited because I finally get to a live person and his accent is so thick I have to keep asking over and over for him to repeat himself. The conversation continues for way too long in such a way. He talks, I don't understand, I ask him to repeat, he talks some more, I figure out the gist of it (I think), lather, rinse, repeat.

Half an hour into the conversation, my children (who are angels for sure) are being ever so studious at the table still, but are possibly noticing that their mother is frustrated with the phone call. In due time, the lovely man on the telephone decides that he can't help me. As a matter of fact, he needs to give me a different phone number to call. I hang up, call said new number, and what do I hear? It's a fax! That's right, he's given me a fax number to call! Awesome! At this point, I needed to vent, so I call Josh quickly and begin to vent. After my vent session, I tell Josh about my morning walk with the dog. Cooper had needed to poop and I could tell, so I let him off the leash to poop, which he did, and then he proceeded to chase several rabbits and wouldn't listen to me when I was calling him back.

Apparently, as I was relating this to Josh, Taye was listening in. I got off the phone with Josh and the conversation with Taye goes like this:

Taye: Mom, why did you tell Dad that he was chasing rabbits?

Me: Well, because he was chasing rabbits, Taye.

Taye: (confusion evident on her face) Well, how do you know?

Me: (irritation evident) Taye, I watched Cooper chase rabbits, that's how I know he was chasing rabbits.

Taye: (relief now evident) Oh Mom, I thought you were talking about the man on the phone. I couldn't figure it out and I also thought, "How can she tell that he needs to poop?"

Ha! Rest assured that I cannot tell when people need to use the bathroom, well, you know, unless it's obvious. Or you're a baby, in which case you probably look like this:



Happy Tuesday, everyone!