3:56 p.m. The phone rings.
I was coming down the stairs when it rang, so I turned right around and headed back up to my office. Hubby and I both have cell phones, and those are the best ways to reach us, but we keep a home phone number for a couple of reasons. One, the kids need to memorize our phone number. Two, it gives us a place to collect messages.
And it lets us screen calls...which we usually do.
However, this time it wasn't a robo-call. I didn't recognize the name on the caller ID display, but I picked up anyway. "Hello?"
"Hello," a small voice said. "This is Brooke. Medium Fry is in my class, and she gave me her phone number. I was calling to see if she's there."
"She is. Just a minute, honey." I took the phone to Medium. "Medium, Brooke is on the phone for you."
"Brooke!" Medium's face lit up. "Hi, Brooke!" she said when I handed her the phone.
Small was very put out that she wasn't the one getting a phone call.
Large complained that she wanted to talk to Brooke, too, despite not knowing the little girl.
And all I could think of when I hung up the phone after the five-minute call was that my phone line is going to get a lot busier in the future.