Aug 17
I should have t-shirts made.
Yesterday morning I woke to find a missed call on my cell phone and a message on my voicemail. I didn’t recognize the number, and so thinking that there must be a problem at work I scrambled to hear the message.
Umm… I was wondering if you would come play Pokemon with me. The one that you had on your gameboy. Ok?
**Click**”
I laughed out loud when I heard Heather’s message but couldn’t help but feel a little sad. How do you make a 5 year-old understand why you aren’t around to play with them? I wrote my sister to tell her that I left a different pokemon game at the house that Heather would probably enjoy playing. Andrea’s response was, and I quote, “What?!”
Heather did not have her mother’s help making the phone call, and eventually we found that she hadn’t asked her grandma either. The mystery deepens… Heather called my phone seemingly without any help, and from a number that nobody recognizes. I asked my sister about it again tonight, and she wrote:
I asked dad at dinner tonight and he was like, well I found his number written down on a piece of construction paper in her handwriting, but I don’t know how it got there
Brilliant.