I love talking on the phone to my friends that have kids, because they are possssssssibly the only people more distracted than I am at any given moment. In particular, I love talking to my friend L, who has two kids and absolutely none, zero, nada difference in vocal inflection when switching between phone conversation and kid conversation.
This would be a lot less hilarious if her kids, particularly her oldest, didn't do some really funny things.
For example.
L: Hello?
Me: Hey! Sorry I just missed your call.
-General pleasantries exchanged-
Me: So what's up?
L: Aside from the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm going to drink this entire Wine Cube tonight?
Me: What's a Wine Cube?"
L: They're from Target. They're like four bottles of wine in one cube.
Me: Neat.
L: Yeah. Normally I try to wait until the kids go to bed but I'm not sure if I'm going to make it tonight.
Me: I may need to get one of those.
L: Well, I was actually calling to see if you had any good ideas. I'm trying to think of a good title for my new blog, which I'm thinking is going to be something about the kids, and me, and my job, and stuff like that.
Me: Ok.
L: I was thinking "My So Called Life," but that was kinda already taken.
Me: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's taken.
L: So then I was thinking something funny, and I thought I'd ask you because you're witty, and you can have more food if you want it but I'm not going to feed you, 'cause I've already fed you a plate and you can feed yourself 'cause you're a big boy.
Me: Whaaa?
-Kid Noises-
L: Ok, then are you done? If you're done you need to go get in the shower, because we're starting the movie at 7 and you need to be showered and in your pjs by then. So get naked!
-Kid Noises-
Me: Wh-
L: Get naked!
-Kid Noises-
Me: Is tha-
L: GET NAKED!
-Kid Noises-
Me: -laughing hysterically- I'm pretty sure you're the only person who calls me to yell Get Naked at me.
L: Thanks Beck.
Me: So you need a name for the blog. Maybe it should be something funny that you say.
L: Like what? I don't really know of anything. Please don't pee in the shower.
Me: Huh?
L: Oh my god. Seriously? He's PEEING IN THE SHOWER. And believe me, it's not anything classy like the water's already running or anything; it's just pee and a shower. It looks like a urinal in there.
Me: I definitely think you can name your blog something you yell at your kids.
L: Like what?
Me: I don't know. In the past five minutes I've heard you say "I'm not feeding you, get naked, and don't pee in the shower." I like the last one.
L: Yeah, I don't know...oooooh Rudolph, I gotta tape this shit.
Me: -LMAO- you have to tape this shit?
L: Haha, yeah, and oooh, the Grinch, gotta tape this one too.
Me: I think you should name it "Please Don't Pee In The Shower."
L: But he pees on other things too.
Me: Seriously?!
L: Well, you know, he's a boy. So he sort of pees at the park....and sometimes in the yard......and sometimes in the wastebasket.....and, well....
Me: I feel like "Please Don't Pee On That" might serve you better.
L: I'll think about it ohhhhh sweet Jesus.
Me: Oh no.
L: He's taking a bubble bath.
Me: ......
L: In the shower.
Me: Oh god.
L: With an entire bottle of Bath & Body Works stuff.
Me: OMG.
L: I gotta go.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming "Please Don't Pee On That" to my blogroll...and hopefully to yours!
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