Best Butt-dial Ever

Yesterday my sweet husband was livin' the dream. Unfortunately for him, he was livin' my dream... That's right, folks. Daddy stayed home... alone... with both kids. I should have taken a picture of the look of terror on his face the night before. They ran errands in the morning and then stopped by school to visit me, which made my day! After naps, Daddy took the sweet babies for a walk in the stroller. His phone bounced around in his pocket until it butt-dialed me... and left me a message. Unlike most butt-dial phone call messages, I stuck with this one, and I was rewarded.

Here is the transcript:

(Swish- swish, woosh, swish- swish, woosh.. I can tell the message is a butt-dial.)

Andrew: Daddy, I have to potty.

Daddy: Andrew, I told you to go before we left.

Andrew: But Daddy, I have to go now.

Daddy: Then should we just go home now?

Andrew: No, you said we are going to the park. I have to go poop.

Daddy: (Sigh) You have to go poop? Bubba, you're not gonna like the bathroom at the park. You just have to hold it. (pause) And do not go in your pants.

(another pause)

Andrew: Is Mommy home yet?

I was laughing out loud in the car as I listened to this. The message continues for another 3 minutes and at least 2 more requests for mommy and/or bathroom. When I talked to Chris about 10 minutes later, they were at the park. Our conversation ending abruptly with Chris saying,"Andrew just ran out of the park to the soccer field... uh, he's not stopping. I think I need to go get him." Good idea.

Well, both kids and Daddy were no worse for the wear. Way to go, Daddy.

:)

Anne