Phone-obia

We recently went from having one phone to four. I was against having more than one phone, but when the battery on our cordless phone died, we replaced it with a set of four. (No more running up and down the stairs like a crazy person trying to answer the phone in time.) It took Jerry two weeks to decide on the perfect phone. Meanwhile, I was tied to the kitchen counter with an old corded phone whenever someone called. While Jerry couldn't be more pleased with these new phones, I'm not so sure.

As I feared, every time someone calls us now, more than one person answers - usually Darren. He loves to talk on the phone. I was taking a nap the other day when Darren came into my room and told me Cooper's mom wanted to talk to me (I don't know Cooper, or his mom.) Apparently, Darren had found his class directory and was calling all of his friends. He said most of the moms said their kids couldn't talk, but Cooper's mom thought he was pretty funny and talked to him for a while.