A little girl picks up the phone. “Hello?” “Hi, honey. This is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?” Daddy asks. “No, Daddy. She’s upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul.” After a brief pause, Daddy says, “But, honey, you don't have an Uncle Paul.” “Oh, yes I do, and he’s upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy, right now.” Dad takes a second to process this, then speaks. “Uh, OK, then this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs, open the bedroom door and shout to Mommy that Daddy’s car just pulled into the driveway.” A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone. “I did it, Daddy!” “And what happened, honey?” he asked. “Well, Mommy got all scared, and jumped out of bed with no clothes on. Then she ran around the room screaming, tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser, and now she isn’t moving at all!” “Oh my God! What about your Uncle Paul?” “He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too. He was all scared and he jumped right out the back window into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn’t know that the pool man took all the water out last week like you said. So Uncle Paul hit the bottom of the pool and I think he’s dead.” A long, silent pause. Then Daddy says, “Swimming pool? … Is this 496-5831?” (Oops!)
