When I pick booger up from daycare in the evenings, I'll often give him my cell phone to play with so he'll be distracted while I buckle him into his car seat. The only problem with that? He's not very interested in it unless I leave it ON. And when it's on, he has a tendency to call people. Instead of the drunk dial, many of you have been getting the baby dial from my cell lately. You may have voice mails full of baby gibberish, or whatever song we happened to be listening to on the radio at the time, or perhaps even my own personal vocal stylings.
Sooo, I'd like to offer a public apology to the following people:
1.) Aislynn Thomas McDonald (Poor Aislynn is unfortunate enough to be the FIRST person in my phone's contacts list. Clay has called her many, many times. Sorry, Ais.)
2.) Christy Bridges (Again, near the top.)
3.) My mom (Mom had the luck to get her call after we were home. Clay was getting his diaper changed, and mom was treated to my flawless rendition of "Shake Your Booty.")
4.) Whoever picked up the phone at 444-444-4444. (You see how that one happened, don't you?)
5.) My pool coach (Either he'd called me, or I'd called him, fairly recently, and it's only the push of a button or two to get to the "recent calls" list.)
6.) The person from 769-233-3643 who actually called BACK. I knew it was you, I knew what had happened, and I didn't pick up. So, sorry for not only letting my toddler give you a call, but also for being too cowardly to pick up when you returned the call.
On various other phones, Clay has dialed friends of my dad's, my little sister in Oregon, and, no doubt, total strangers in foreign lands.
Now, to all other folks loaded onto my SIM card - it may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but someday - and SOON - you are likely to get baby dialed.
Clay strikes again!