A boss needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whispered, "Hello"

Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster, the boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?" "Yes", whispered the small voice. "May I talk with him?" the man asked. To the surprise of the boss, the small voice whispered, "No." Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?" "Yes", came the answer. "May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "No." Knowing that it was not likely that a young child would be left home alone, the boss decided he would just leave a message with the person who should be there watching over the child. "Is there any one there besides you?" the boss asked the child. "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?" asked the boss. "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 ear piece on the one the boss asked, "What is that noise?" "A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice. "What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed. In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just landed the hello-copper." Alarmed, concerned, and 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"

-- shari (smillers@snowcrest.net), March 10, 2002

Answers

This story gave me a sick feeling in my stomach! Living with two boys who are becoming daddy clones I can picture this happening at our house.

-- wife of chuck in md (connie@mission4me.com), March 10, 2002.

That's really cute!! I'm getting gray hairs just thinking about that happening to one of my three-one of a parents worst nightmares!

-- Terri in WV (mrs_swift_26547@yahoo.com), March 10, 2002.

One of my favorite stories for a long time. Still makes me laugh!

-- Bernie from Northern Ontario (bernadette_kerr@hotmail.com), March 10, 2002.

Sick laughter from all the parents and grandparents here I bet!

Heh heh heh ohhh boy!

........Alan.

-- Alan (athagan@atlantic.net), March 11, 2002.

Here are three stories from our house that explains some of my grey hairs.....

We had been swimming and were getting dressed. Suddenly I realized that my then 3yo had disappeared. We looked all over the inside of the Y, then we looked all over the outside of the Y. Then we looked all over the inside again. Still nothing. I was getting seriously worried. On one of the checks back in the locker room I overheard a lady say, "OH! Who's little girl are you?" As I came around the corner of the lockers there stepped my little girl out of a locker. She had been hiding and would not answer when called.

Another time we were in a Thrift Store, the kind with lots of clothing racks. My little girl disappeared. We hunted high and low, in the racks and everywhere calling for her. Finally, she was found hiding in a clothes rack with her feet hidden. She heard us the whole time and didn't answer. Nobody though me wrong for what happened in the dressing room after we found her.

This same child at an earlier age, about 2yo, had been napping on the couch, I was upstairs and expected to hear her when she got up. On this particular occaision, she made no noises when she got up but slipped out the back door (which she had never done before), went across the driveway to the neighbors yard which was scattered with toys. The only way I knew what had happened was because the landlady of the house across the driveway happened by in her car and saw my little girl over there. This woman sat in the driveway honking her horn until I came out and then told me that my little girl was in the other yard and that there was an open septic back there because of some work that had been being done and that I should go and get her.

-- LBD, Maryland (lavenderbluedilly@hotmail.com), March 11, 2002.

When my son was about seven, his father told him to not keep running in and out of the house. He brought every fly in the world with him. So, he went outside to play. A nosy neightbor asked him what he was doing and he told her that we didn't allow him to come into the house! She called Social services! They came over. We explained the situation. The next day she asked me if I was angry. I told her that my parents brought me up not to be angry at the mentally ill. To this day I don't know why my son told her that. Being a kid, I suppose!

-- Ardie/WI (ardie54965@hotmail.com), March 11, 2002.

when my older son was about 20 months (give or take) he learned to get out of the crib, so into the bottom bunk he went. i was in the army at the time and we lived in a small apartment in a very bad section of town. hubby was working nites. when i got up at 430 to get ready for pt, i checked the kids. he wasn't in bed. i checked my bed. i checked the top bunk, the closets, under the beds, the bathroom, under the dr table. finally found him standing up bent over in my chair asleep. scared the daylights out of me. haven't slept decently since.

-- laura (okgoatgal@hotmail.com), April 09, 2002.