why parents drink..

Apr 27, 2005 17:12

>The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an
>urgent problem with one of the main computers, dialed the employee's home
>phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.
>
>
>"Hello."
>
>"Is your daddy home? " he asked.
>
>"Yes," whispered the small voice.
>
>"May I talk with him?" The child whispered, "No."
>
>Surprised, and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your >Mommy
>there?"
>
>"Yes."
>
>"May I talk with her?"
>
>Again the small voice whispered, "No."
>
>Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss
>asked, "Is anybody else there?"
>
>
>"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."
>
>Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked,
>"May I speak with
>the policeman?"
>
>"No, he's busy", whispered the child.
>
>"Busy doing what?"
>
>"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.
>
>Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a
>Helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that
>noise?"
>
>
>"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice.
>
>"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now truly alarmed.
>
>In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just >landed
>the hello-copper."
>
>Alarmed, concerned, and even more than just a little frustrated the boss
>asked, "What are they searching for?"
>
>Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle:
>"ME.".
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