Conversation this evening on the phone:
I answer: "Hello?"
Pause; I hear child sounds in the background.
9-year-old voice: "Who is this?"
Me: "I'm pretty sure I'm your grandma, but who exactly are you?"
Same voice gives full child name of suspected male grandchild.
Me: "Well, how are you, Nate?"
Nate: "I'm fine. How are you?"
Me: "I'm fine, too."
Nate: "Can I speak to Grandpa?"
I call Grandpa to the phone and hang up my extension to try to avoid the static problems we had earlier. Grandpa's side of the ensuing conversation:
"How are you, Nate? . . . You did? . . . Did you get to shoot it? . . . Who went with you? . . . Did he get to shoot, too? . . . Did you like it? . . . How much did you get to shoot? . . ."
This is the male conversation in my family: guns and politics. God love 'em!