Tuesdaay was the Boden's first Snow Day (of many, I presume, barring significant climate change) which, as usual, was not very convenient for anyone. But, in an attmept to get some work done and make sure Boden got plenty of play time in, I called up a babysitter who, thankfully, also was enjoying a Snow Day.
As it goes with teenage girls who always have lots of plans and need to seriously consider whether or not they want to give up a luxurious afternoon of the first Snow Day of the winter, she couldn't give me an answer right away and needed to call me back. No problem. I told Boden that his babysitter would be calling back to let us know if she could come play with him in the afternoon while mommy worked.
While we waited his Mickey Mouse play phone started "ringing" (according to him) and here's what I heard:
Boden: "Hello, Dr. Seuss, why are you calling me?"
I'm assuming Dr. Seuss responded because Boden seemed to be listening.
Boden: "Okay, well I'm waiting for my babysitter to call so I don't have time for this."
More pausing while Dr. Seuss is potentially pleading for Boden to, I don't know, read a draft of his new book??
Boden: "Dr. Seuss, please don't call me again, okay. I gotta go."
Click.
I'm sure Dr. Seuss was stunned by this abruptness.
With a kind of straight face I asked, "what was that all about? Why was Dr. Seuss calling you?". Boden answered with a very serious expression, "I don't want him calling me. I'm waiting for a call."
Okay, then. I feel like maybe I need to take some action against Dr. Seuss. I mean who does he think he is calling up my son to go on and on? I'm looking into options for blocking his calls to the Mickey Mouse phone.
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