Post by NewOrleansLady on Jun 21, 2003 0:50:18 GMT -5
I was at my husbands brothers house the other day. I answered the phone and it was a telemarketer, I know because he horribly mispronounced our last name. Anyway, he asked for Mr. or Mrs <insert last name here> so I gave the phone to my 3 year old nephew and asked him to tell the person on the other end of the phone the new lesson his mom had tought him. He said "Boys have a eenis and girls have a gina, Don't Touch!" 
And, than, the crazy people have a wistle hanging from the phone, so I told him to blow it as hard as he could into the reciever. My side hurt I was laughing so hard. My nephew was laughing too but, I think it he was laughing at me. Nobody else in the house knew what was going on until I explained it to them.
And, than, the crazy people have a wistle hanging from the phone, so I told him to blow it as hard as he could into the reciever. My side hurt I was laughing so hard. My nephew was laughing too but, I think it he was laughing at me. Nobody else in the house knew what was going on until I explained it to them. 
