Hello, Jesus, Whassup?

Grace likes to play 'phone' where she hands me the phone and insists I carry on imaginary conversations with random people, usually one of the grandparents. After exhausting all topics, I started to run out of things to say, so I told her it was her turn to call someone. This is what her conversation sounded like:

"Hello, Jesus, Whassup? What you doing? I got boo-boo (pointing to her band-aid). Make it all better. Talk to you later!"


And speaking of phones, I recently had to change my number because, apparently, there was a typo in some ad and I started to get random calls and texts from people thinking they were calling an escort service. It was funny at first, then annoying, then downright creepy.