Telephone conversations with my wife

My phone rings.

Me: Hello!

Other end of the phone: Hi Daddy!

(all of the following accompanied by raucous background noise)

Hi little girl! What are you doing?

followed by a fifteen to twenty minute rambling conversation about her day at school, her brownie field trip last night (making ice cream at Cold Stone) and what I had for lunch today. As they were approaching the mail box (this conversation was going on after Theresa picked up the kids from school and all were on their way home), I asked to talk to the boys.

(without asking the boys) "They don't want to talk to you"

So we talked about what they were going to have for dinner tonight (spaghetti) then

I love you Daddy. Bye.

Mattea ends telephone conversations rather abruptly. I don't know where she gets it.

Theresa (taking the phone from Mattea after they've walked into the house)

What are you doing? No don't do that! Get back here! Where did you get those? Why do you insist on eating my underwear! Hello?

So, what were the boys arguing about?

Clouds.

Clowns?

No... clouds. What color the clouds are. "The clouds are white!" "No the clouds are gray!" "No they're not. They're white and they're hiding the blue sky!" I've got to go! I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you. Bye.