I Can't Take Your Call Right Now...

Every once in awhile, conversations with my son sound as if they were lifted from the script of a sit-com. It probably happens more often than either of us would care to admit, but we're just so used to it that it doesn't seem especially funny at the moment. But then there are days that I get a pretty good belly-laugh out of his responses when I play along. Take for example these quick exchanges that occurred when my son called my cell phone today.

Him (In a slow whisper): "You.... have.... seven..... minutes....."

Me: "To do what?"

Him: "To.... die!"

Me: "Great! I have just enough time to finally jump out of a plane. Seeya!"

He calls again fifteen minutes later...

Me: "Hello, I'm dead, so I can't speak to you right now."

(long pause)

Him: "Um. Can I leave a message?"

I was still laughing about it at dinner, when he reminded me of another instance a few years ago when he was in fifth grade. He was telling me about what all they were required to do for the Presidential Physical Fitness Challenge.

Him: "Well, we had to do push-ups, and sit-ups, and run a mile..."

Me: "Really? What'd you run the mile in?"

After a long pause, in all seriousness, with a "duh" in his voice as if I'd asked the dumbest question ever, he finally responded.

Him: " Shoes!"