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Overheard

Nowadays, Phoebe spends most of her time talking into her play cell-phone or singing into her play microphone. Here are some choice snippets.

Hello? Hello? Oh, it's you, Nancy. I mean Sarah. I mean Jackie....No, Jackie, I have not seen your dog. I did see a black dog, but it had black spots so it is not your dog. It was in our backyard. It was a black dog.

Jackie, I have not seen your dog.

Jackie, it is not my job to keep track of your dog.

No, I have not seen your cat, either.

****

It's very hard, to live in New Jersey
You've gotta watch yourself, living in New Jersey
Keep looking for that light in the sky
But remember that New Jersey is hard

****

Hello? Hi honey, it's me. Just wanted to let you know that everything is ship-shape.

****

Hello? What did you find out?...Are you kidding me? Five hundred dollars? ... Five hundred dollars to paint the fence? I don't believe it. ... No, I know the fence has to get painted. ... Fine. Fine. Just do it. I don't want to hear it anymore. FINE!

[hangs up]

[sighs]

My husband. Is driving. Me crazy.

Comments

Karen said…
Phoebe has the most amazing imagination!
5:24 PM
aimee said…
That just made my day!

I love the song about New Jersey! Have you ever watched SNL with "Gov Paterson" and his New Jersey jokes? That reminded me of that.

Ha!
7:44 PM
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