Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Phone Call

I wasn't there to hear it, but Mom emailed me excerpts of her conversation with Brad yesterday:

"Grama, are you going to come to visit? Will you park in my garage?"
"Brad,where are you?"
"I'm right here!!"
"Brad, are you in Maryland?"
"No, I'm in Carolina!!"
"Brad, can you sing Happy Birthday to me?"
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you - giggle, giggle, giggle."
"Brad, have you been sick?"
"Yes, my eye was bleeding!" [ed. note: if by bleeding you mean excessive green puss, then yes, it was 'bleeding']
"Did you put medicine in your eye?"
"NO, Grama, I put medicine in my mouth!!"

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