The Messenger...

So, I was reading on one of my new favorite blogs Pulsifer Predilections, and realized that her humor is my reality....

Yesterday, as I was upstairs folding laundry, my daughter walks up the stairs with a message to tell me...that made NO sense...

Oakley: "Who is your favorite Roomate?"

Me: "What?? What are you talking about?"

Oakley: "Daddy wants to know who is your favorite Roomate?"

Me: "Go tell daddy that I have no idea what he means, cause it doesn't make any sense!"

Approximately Two minutes, eight seconds later...

In comes said five year old with a paper and pen reading:

favorite roomate? Password?

I look at it like "what is my husband on??" and reply on the paper:

I have no idea

after another trip back upstairs with the paper, I realize that my husband is trying to transfer money between bank accounts, and apperantly one of the security questions asks who my favorite roomate is. Only problem, is that I wouldn't pick that question, therefore, didn't have an answer...

Finally, I told Oakley... "Honey, Just go get my phone!"

So, in she comes with my blackberry so that I may contact my husband who is just down our what, 14 stairs, to remedy our little confusion via GSM.

I figure this is ALL OKAY!! Hey, I got to continue folding laundry, Brian stayed at the computer doing necessary financial tasks, and we were teaching our daughter the importance of A) good communication between spouses, and more importantly B) EXERCISE...I mean, the girl was up and down those stairs like four or five times...and she is like a third the size of me, so she got three times more a workout than I would have, if I would have done the same thing...not to mention, if I would have gone downstairs briefly, it would have only taken one trip...soooo...

Moral of the story is....Cell phones are a wonderful necessity, and children make great carrier pigeons!!