Today, the phone rang as I was trying to get the two little ones to bed. Sloan, my personal secretary, tore through the house like the Tazmanian Devil to answer the phone first. This is what I heard:
"Oh, hi! What?"
"Well, here's my mom."
Handing me the phone he says, "Hey mom, it's Rocko Bama. He wants your bote. He won't stop talking!"