Mallory has a new interest – calling my cell phone from the house phone and pretending to be other people. Today, she was Katnanny first. You’ll need to know for the purposes of this conversation, that Kat is currently on a plane on her way here.

Me: “Hello?”
Mal: “This is Katnanny. I’m not coming.”
Me: “Why not?!”
Mal: “Well, I got a flat tire, and I’m waiting for a police to come and help.”
Me: “I thought you were flying here.”
Mal: “Actually, I got the flat tire on the way to the airport.”

I think we are in big trouble when she becomes a teenager.

Next was our babysitter, Bailey. A couple of weeks ago, we went to see her at Starbucks and got hot chocolate.

Me: “Hello?”
Mal: “Hi, it’s Bailey. Can you bring the kids to come get some hot chocolate? I don’t have any customers.”
Me: “I’m in the middle of doing some things. Can we come tomorrow?”
Mal: “Well, tomorrow I’ll have hundreds of customers. I need some today.”

In the time I got the first paragraph of this blog written, I received 3 or 4 more from “Katnanny” telling be about her new son “Spiderman” (a.k.a. Calen) that just came out of her belly this morning….he was too shy to talk to me. And apparently, Poppa is in time out because he threw a fit for big eggs this morning before she went to the hospital. Oh, and if I bring Calen (the real Calen, of course) to the hospital, I have to keep him from jumping on the bed because she “can’t have kids doing physical activity on the bed” since she just had surgery this morning.

Where does she get this stuff?

As a side note: Now they are in the living room buying gifts for kids that otherwise wouldn’t get anything for Christmas. Apparently, they were paying attention when we went shopping for our angels…and I thought they were just hiding in the clothes racks.