The Demon Makes a Crank Call

"Poppi! Nanny! Peeeeeeseeee!"

This is what Mikayla screamed at me right before pegging me in the head with the phone leaving me with a goose egg. Oh, yeah...that last part was "please".

So, I picked up the phone, dialed the phone number and handed the phone back to her.

Please, said the Demon in Toddler Clothing? Like I had a choice!

For the next ten minutes, Mikayla walked around the house jabbering on the phone.

"Nana. Poppi. Paaahhhhh-pppppiiiiii!" Jibber, jabber, gobble-de-gook, blah, blah, blah...."

"Dee-Deese?" That means Gee-Gee - Mik's great granny.

She brought me the phone with a very confused look on her face. She pointed to the phone, shook her head and said, "No! No!"

"Hello?", I said.

"Hi! She had the wrong number, but it was too cute not to talk to her. She's just precious!"

Yay. Go, me. I dialed the wrong damn phone number.