Email from a good friend describing a telephone call to our house:
Me: Is that the Princess?
Her (delighted): Yes!! It is!!
Me: Is Mummy there, Princess?
Her: Emm, yes. Who are you?
Friend tells the Princess her name.
Her: What? I don’t know that name…(mumble, sings a little)
Me: I’m a friend of Mummy’s. Is she there? Can you get her?
M: I don’t knoooow.
Me(trying new approach): Is Daddy there?
Her: I don’t know. Bye.
She hung up in boredom at around that point. But she sounds very like you when she says hello.
The very thoughtful and suspicious way in which she said she didn’t know that name was rather disturbing (no, that name is not on our records, do you have a file number?)I see a future as a visa officer in the Dept of Justice…or the Indian Embassy perhaps.
She was born to deflect telesales.
Child of her time, assuredly. You must be enormously proud. 🙂
My niece used to do that. If the call wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t pass on a message, or the phone.
Jack Dalton says
I got into deep trouble a few times for something similar.
Phone rings at Dalton residence.
Teenage Jack; hello…
Some breathy female type: oh.. hi… is Fi there please?
Teenage Jack: No [Hangs up.]
Still don’t see what the problem was. But sisterMine got very upset. Frequently. It was fun.