I got a phone call from what is obviously a boy whose voice hasn't changed yet. He claimed to be from Cityname Public Schools and he wanted to do a survey. I hung up. I don't do surveys with 12-year-olds. I looked over at the caller ID and of course it's a "private number." So I guess his parents won't get a phone call tonight.
I told Patrick about it, and he said about an hour ago, someone from Wal-Mart called asking to do a survey about Cheetos. And the voice was one of a younger person. Great. So I guess we have a crank caller.
I told Emperor that I thought it was sort of ODD that we tend to get these phone calls just after he goes to the park with his friends.
OH, but his friend would never do such a thing!
Well, I didn't say he would. I just wonder who-all else was at the park today and if anything unusual happened.
No. Nothing unusual. The only thing that was different today was that his friend's friend, "Name that sounds like a baby pony," asked for his phone number.
Uh-huh. Well. You just tell Pony Boy that your dad said to quit calling here. He's not in trouble, and he's not violent or vicious, but I do want him to stop bugging us.