And so it begins …
I’m at home this morning because sprinker people are coming later. I hopped onto a 7 a.m. phonecon with my boss and one of my directs and a vendor to go into contract negotiations. We’re doing all the preliminary chit-chat, and a series of phone-number tones suddenly rattle across the line.
Hmmm. Must be someone else. I’m pretty sure I’m not hitting the redial button or something.
And again it happens a minute later.
Hmmm.
Then I hear a sleepy, tired, kid’s voice. “Ah,” I think. “Must be Susie’s kids. She must be calling in from home …”
… and then I realize it’s my kid.
Hang up. Race over to her room. Hang up her the phone in her hand.
See, Katherine has made an arrangement with my folks to call them up to talk about Sugar. Which is very cute, and very nice, and actually a step forward for her. I did have to talk with her yesterday when she revealed that she’d called Nona at 6:30 a.m., which is a wee bit earlier on the West Coast (though it turned out that Nona was already awake).
So, Katherine had awakened this morning and decided to call Nona. And, of course, she wasn’t checking to see if someone was already on the line — in fact, she never opened up the line, but was dialing the number and hitting Talk to dial it. Twice (since, I guess, she wasn’t hearing Nona on the other end).
Heh.
So begins a good decade-plus of phone disputes in the household … oh, boy!