"To delete this message, press 7..."

I called Josh when I left my last patient's house today to let him know I was on my way home. (Even though I knew he was at the golf course, I just thought I'd leave him a message.) He actually answered the phone...on the golf course. That might be a first.

Anyway, I told him I was on my way home, then I asked if he had heard from his mom.

"No" he says, obviously distracted.

Well, I start telling him that she had broken her arm and 3 ribs today (she's okay now, and seeing an Orthopedist on Thursday...But it's a really busy time at work for her, so I know prayers would be greatly appreciated...anyhoo...). All of the sudden I hear him punching numbers on the phone while I'm in the middle of the story.

At first, I ignored them, thinking he had the phone propped on his shoulder while he was doing something else. But when it kept on, I finally said, "Josh! Why are you punching numbers?"

"Oh. I'm an idiot."

"What?"

"Well, I thought I was listening to my voice mail."

"And you were trying to DELETE me?!"

At this point he started laughing really hard.

"This is why you say you never got my message about *insert random subject here*...because you delete them half way through the message! Did you hear anything I just said to you?"

"Yeah, my mom broke her arm and ribs...is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine."

"Okay, I gotta hit. I'll call you later."

*Sigh* What a boy! :)