The Bean has been known to ramble since he could first talk. Now that he’s getting older and (slightly) more coherent, he’s really taken to talking on the phone. This has been great considering how much time we’ve spent apart these days. He’s also figured out the joys of voicemail. At first he rejected the concept completely, unable to figure out why I wasn’t responding to him. But now he’s become an expert at the random voicemail message.
He left me this first one on my cell phone about 7 days into his 10-day vacation on the east coast. This is transcribed verbatim:
“Um, I love you. Goodnight. But I know I will you see you when I come back. Did you know that? Oh boy! Thank you! I know you’re going to take me out. It’s going to be great. I love you. I love you. Kiss kiss kiss. I love you. I love you. Hey Dad! Goodnight. Goodbye.
(As he’s hanging up he says…)
He will love that message!”
Moments later, this message was left on my work voicemail:
“Hi Dad. Um, I love you. You get two messages. WOW! You want two? Oh great! Yea! You want to hear them? [Something something something] real. All aboard! (shuffles phone). Goodnight. I never know that you were at work. Wow! Cool! Gooooodnight. Goodbye. Good everything. Goodbye.
(As he’s passing phone back to WonderWife™…)
He will loooove that message!”
But this one, left for me at work last night, might be my favorite for it’s complete randomness:
“Okay. Um, Dad? Goodnight. But this is one thing. I didn’t get any stories tonight because I flicked my toothbrush. Um, did you know this message is going to be so long. Oh! And just…I went…Um I sang “Mary” and I’ll have an electric toothbrush someday. Oh! You know that already. Ha ha. Oh well! Um. Mom is having new teeth. And…This is such a nice message. I know but Bloo isn’t really a blue. He is blue blue Bloo! Ha ha ha. (singing) Aw eew eh ah ah ah. Mom’s glasses!
WonderWife™: Can I have the phone please. Say goodnight.
Teeth teeth teeth! Goodnight!
WonderWife™: And what else?
And zoooo long!"