As often happens on a weeknight, the phone rang and Jon picked it up first. We had been having Tacos for dinner, and I had wet hands ( I was doing dishes), while Fizz was begging the last bites of hamburger and cheese from the remainder of Jon's dinner.
Expecting it to be Grandma calling, I waited for Jon to call out for me to pick up the phone - but instead, after a moment or two, he came back to the kitchen and said, "there's this guy on the phone with a foreign accent who wants to talk to you - he asked for "Mr or Mrs Taubein" (a bad mispronunciation of our name) but he thought at first that I was "Mr Taubein" and not a kid, do you want to talk to him? i bet it's a salesman. "
As I have told Jon often; if someone calls with a difficult accent, and can't pronounce our very simple name, and isn't aware that there hasn't been an adult "Mr." in our household for over ten years, then it's a telephone solicitor, and no, I DON'T want to talk to him - so hang up!
So Jon went back to the living room to hang up the phone, and burst out laughing -
there was Fizz, lovingly licking and slurping the phone mouthpiece, and the man on the other end was questioning, "Sir? excuse me, Sir? are you there?"
When Jon managed to control himself enough to grab the phone from Fizz - he just hung it up - but I bet THAT salesman will never call here again! LOL!
Laura, Jon and our goofy, kissy girl - Fizz!
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