Transcript of a phone conversation with AE, who is staying with my mother this week:
Me: Hi, AE, are you having a good time at Nonna’s house?
AE: I can’t hear you.
Me, louder: HI, AE, ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD TIME?
AE: I CAN’T HEAR YOU.
Me, much louder: AE. ARE. YOU. HAVING. FUN.
AE: I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you.
Me: CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!
AE: Nope, I still can’t hear you! I CAN’T HEAR YOU.
Me, trying a new approach: Nonna says you went swimming yesterday.
AE: Can’t hear you!
Me, laughing: Put Nonna on the phone.
AE: I can’t hear you! Can’t hear you!
Me, still laughing: AE! Give the phone to Nonna!
AE: I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Nonna, who can hear me perfectly: AE, quit that and tell your mom you love her.
AE: I love you! But I can’t hear you!
HEE!!!
Seriously. He is like the POSTER CHILD for all men.
So funny.
Here is my conversation with AE the other day:
“So, AE, did you enjoy Vacation Bible School?”
“Yes.”
“Did you learn about Jesus?”
“Yes. And that is it.”
Well OK.
Is there something written on this page? I can’t see it.
I CAN’T SEE IT.