I keep getting calls on my work cell (mobile) phone for my predecessor, but the person calling doesn’t understand English, or the version of it that I speak. During last week’s hectic preparations, I kept getting call after call disturbing me. The person on the other end didn’t respond, and I became more and more exasperated. In the end I took to saying “wrong number” and hanging up.
At breakfast on Saturday morning, those calls started again. Eventually I gave the phone to Spectrummy Daddy who told them they had the wrong number and they listened and stopped calling. Just like that. Obviously they understand American, not English.
The kids are very interested in phone calls. We usually use skype to talk to our families, and the kids can see who they are talking to, which makes them happy. With phone calls, they have to know who is on the other end of the line. Sometimes it is impossible to actually have a conversation because of the incessant questions from both Pudding and Cubby about who I am talking to and what they are saying.
Saturday morning was no different.
Cubby:Mummy, who was talking on the phone?
Me: Wrong number.
Cubby: Was it number six or seven?
Me: (laughing) No, it was just that somebody called the wrong number.
Cubby: Who is called the wrong number? Is it number eight?
No longer at sixes and sevens, we know it is number 8, with her curves in all the right places! We’re on to you and how wrong you are. You’d think after a few years at this that I’d have learned to speak more literally, but I’m still learning.
Yep, our lines are definitely crossed!