Maggie phone home...

The following is the truth and nothing but the truth:

This past Saturday, I got a call from Daddy (Maggie's Granddaddy) saying that he had come home from work early with stome sort of stomach virus-thing. After talking for minute, he said, "Well, you won't believe who called this morning to check on me." I had no idea and told him, "Ummmm...I have no idea." So, evidently he had received a phone call at about 10 that morning and it went something like this:

RING RING

Granddaddy: Hello?

Silence

Granddaddy: Hello? Jennifer, is that you? (my number was on caller id)

Caller (Maggie): BLAH da boo goo gah

Granddaddy: Maggie? Is that you? Did your mommy put you up to this?

Maggie: Uh goo gah boo goo gai

Granddaddy: Well, hi there, Maggie! Is your mommy there?

Maggie: boog cooo ahhhhh daa daa

Granddaddy: Well, it's so nice of you to call, Maggie. Is your mommy there?

(Granddaddy starting to realize that I am nowhere to be found)

Maggie: Goo Gah bah bah

Granddaddy: Well, Maggie, I'm so glad you called, but Granddaddy's not feeling to good so he might have to go.

Maggie: Goo gah bah bah

Grandaddy: Okay, Bye bye now.

Click. The end.

I didn't even know this happened until Daddy told me. I have no clue how she did this. Probably the same way that she called Pizza Hut earlier this week. She was playing with my phone on the bed and all of a sudden, I hear a voice on the other end going "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. Pick-Up or Delivery?" I guess I'm not feeding her very well since she feels the need to order pizza.

I solemnly swear that the above stories are the truth and nothing but the truth. The real truth is that little Margaret is a genius and that's about all there is to it.