”I’m just on da phone Mammy”
I carried on cooking dinner, laughing to myself as she chittered and chattered away on the phone. She rang her old preschool teacher and had a very convincing one way conversation that went like this…
“Hi Macewa. S’me. Hi. Yeah. Scuse me Macewa, it’s me here. I need to speak to Danyel. No not my sister Danyel, ypir kid Danyel. Yeah..yeah.. no…no.” Pausing at the proper times and everything.
It was about 100 on the adorascale.
Then, a few minutes later, she announced,
“Scuse me Mammy. I’m just talking to Gwanny Mum, can you pweeeeease be quiet?”
“Ok pet. You chat to Granny.”
I battered on in the kitchen. She was sitting on the window sill on the other side of the room having another conversation with Granny apparently.
“You see we took down the Halloween Decorations cos it’s Christmas and now we have to get ready for Santa and I didn’t get to see da fireworks but I did go Twickatweeting and can I come to your house for a sweepover later? Oh Ok Gwanny. See ya! Byebyebyebyebyebye”
“You finished talking to Granny?”
“Yup!” And off she went on her next imaginary adventure.
“Wee dote” thinks S-Mum to herself, wondering where on Earth she EVER got the Byebyebyebyebyebye. 😂
Fast forward a few hours.
We chat about the funeral she’d been at. We talk about Princess’s nasty cold. We talk about going wallpaper shopping on Friday. She says she’ll call for a cuppa later.
And then she asks “Did Mini-Me hang up properly that time?”
Sorry WHAT NOW?😲😲😲
“What you mean Mum?”
“After she called me earlier? Did she hang up afterwards?”
Hole…eeeeeeee shit. 😲😲😲
The little rascal had apparently called Gwanny after all, and had a full conversation with her.
When Granny asked her if Mummy knew that she was on the phone, her answer was “I’m just talking to Gwanny Mum, can you pweeeeease be quiet?”
And of course, Gwanny heard me answer “Ok darling. You chat to Granny” so obviously assumed that I’d dialed her number for her to have a wee chat.
Oh how Mummy laughed.
And Oh how Granny laughed.
And THEN, Mummy started to replay the conversation and the PANIC of “JEEEEESUS what were we saying?” set in! Thankfully, all poor Gwanny heard was my bad singing as I cooked.
But I’ll tell ya.
The phone shall be locked from now on, or at least when she’s “playing” with it, we’ll be checking if she’s ACTUALLY playing.
Couldn’t watch her! 😂😂😂