These birds can all recognize their babies’ voices. Not this chick, though. (courtesy AndreAnita, Shutterstock)
Actual phone conversation on Mothers Day:
Scene: My workplace, a busy, busy little bakery
[ring, ring]
Me: I’ll get it! Hello, Holly B’s, this is Gretchen.
Male Voice: Happy Mothers Day.
Me: Uhhh…Thank you.
[befuddled silence while I wait for Male Voice to tell me his special order, or ask me what time we’re open till]
Male Voice: It’s your son. Casey.
Me: Oh my god I’m the worst mom ever I don’t even recognize my child’s voice even after 21 years of practice! Oh. Hi, babe…
So go ahead, all you moms who got taken out to brunch, all you daughters and sons who bought flowers. Go on and brag on yourselves a little: what did you do? How wonderful was it? I’ll listen. I can’t really get any more embarrassed, so I might as well be happy for you!
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Hahahaha! That’s CLASSIC! If it makes you feel any better, I can’t tell my two girls apart.
He, he, he, I’d say that you were thrown off balance there Gretchen. And easy mistake given you were at work and may not have expected your son’s call. How sweet is he? To remember his Mom. Love that! 🙂
LOL. Hey it happens. My sons took us out to eat. I always enjoy it when I can have both of my sons together. They don’t always get along the best. They are like night and day but they indulge me sometimes. I’ll take it when I can get it.
I know, right? How old are yours?