telemarketers

The other day, Kolin answered the phone and thought it was Jason. I told Jason about Kolin talking to the man on the phone thinking that it was him. He said we should hand the phone to Kolin for every telemarketer.... so yesterday...
The phone rang, the person on the phone ask for Sidney Floyd. I knew it must be a close friend since they knew Jason's legal name. Usually we tell them "no" and they ask what would be a good time to reach him. Today, I say "Just a minute".
I find Kolin and hand him the phone as if it were a call for him.
He picks up the phone and says "hello?"
Telemarketer "Sidney Floyd?"
"No this is Kolin"
"Is Sidney there??"
"Jyl, is that you?............. Jyl, (laughter from Kolin) Jyl? This is Kolin."
"May I speak to Sidney Floyd?"
"Jacy! Jacy, this is Kolin. What are you doing? K. O. L. I. N. Kolin Floyd. Jyl? is that you ?"
I take the phone thinking the poor lady probably hung up, and I hear her screaming into the phone..."May I speak to Sidney Floyd" I give the phone back to Kolin.
"Jyl, this is Kolin."
Then Kolin tells me. "Mom, I got her to hang up."
He says things backwards sometimes, but this time he was actually correct. He did get her to hang up. He never knew it was not someone he knew who called him.
I think eveyone who has access to a little kid that likes to talk constantly should allow them the opportunity to express themselves all they want every time a telemarketer calls.

I don't know if they "recorded this call for better service" but there may be a note on our number, "waste of time"

pride goeth before the fall

Pride:
Yesterday we put out some scraps for our kitties, and the neighborhood cat stopped over for a snack. Jaylee tried 2 times to run it off, but the temptation was too great for the little feline. I had seen Jason shoot Wes' bb gun so I decided it might scare the cat away.
I got the gun and it had bbs in it so that was a plus. The safety was not on (which it should have been) and I knew there was some sort of pump action.
Well, the little gun was not quite as easy to operate as I had figured, but come on, it belongs to a 7 yr old. It had to be mastered. So after some trying, I got all the sequence of things down... load bb into chamber, close chamber, pump gun sereral times, aim, and fire.
It was a success... somewhere in the "b"hind.
Well, I called my husband to brag on myself for being so resourceful, and he did not seem as impressed as I had hoped.... thus my pride.
The fall
As soon as JF got home, I got out the gun to show him how I had bagged by trophy. I commented to him that it was wierd that the gun did not sit straight. He ask me what I meant. I told him I had to twist the gun around and hold it at a crooked angle to line up the green dot in the little v on the top of the gun. He started laughing and told me to hold the gun straight and to ....(are you ready for this?) move my head. Are you kidding me? I told him my head was attached.... I knew what he meant, but it seemed easier to move the gun than to move my head. He was still laughing.

If I had not been so intent on impressing him, I would have missed the humiliation.....
isn't life fun?