I answered a phone call from my dad again the other night. I should have known better.
Me: Hi dad, is everything okay?
Me: Dad. Can you hear me?
Dad: Yeah, why?
Me: Sigh...never mind. Is everything okay? I'm kind of in the middle of something, so I will need to call you back in a little while or tomorrow since it's so late.
Dad: What? My fan's on and I can't hear you.
Me: CAN I CALL YOU BACK TOMORROW?
Dad: How old is Austin? (Austin is my nephew...his grandson).
Me: Dad, seriously? I'm busy...18 months.
Dad: When's his birthday? Last month?
Me: Dad...I just told you he is 18 months old. His birthday is at the end of January.
Dad: It is?? I thought it was in May!
Me: I HAVE TO LET YOU GO. I WILL CALL YOU BACK TOMORROW.
Dad: Who else has a birthday in May? Somebody does...
Me: Uh, YOU do, Dad.
Dad: Oh that's right!