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Maria:  What’s for dinner?

Me:  Hamburgers.  Will you check the pantry for some buns?

Maria (looking in the pantry):  We don’t have any.

Me:  Shoot.  Call Dad, then, and ask him to pick some up.  He went to get the car (from the repair place).

Maria (taking my phone and walking into my bedroom for privacy):  Okay!

~Minutes Later~

Maria:  Dad left his phone here.  (She heard it ring when she tried to call.)  But, I left a message…  Oh!  Hahahaha.  I guess that was dumb…

Me:  …

Maria:  By the way, he got a call.

Me: …

Maria:  Oh!  (Doubling over in laughter) I guess that was me!  Hahahahahahahahaha.

Sheesh.  And?  Turns out we did have buns in the pantry.

Kids.