Talking to myself again...

For some reason, anytime I can't answer the phone is exactly the time everyone will call me. The other day, I was up to my elbows in something or other and my cell phone rang. I couldn't get to it, so I asked one of the kids to see who it was.

I heard the scampering of little feet. Ok, that's a lie. No one in this family has little feet. I heard the clomping of growing feet and then silence.

Curious, I dropped what I was doing and went to answer the phone myself. I walk into the room and I see The Boy holding the phone and looking confused. I asked him who it was and he said, "Mom, it's you!"

I gave him an odd look, but didn't think too much about it. I figured it was the fever talking. I grabbed the phone and answered it before the voicemail picked up. It was my mother. We chatted for a bit and then I hung up.

It was only then that I realized what The Boy meant when he said I was calling. I have my mother's number saved to my phone under "Mom". He naturally assumed I had somehow managed to call myself. I didn't bother asking why. I was afraid of the answer.