I just got a call from my god-daughter Ellen. She was on her mommy’s cell phone. She called to say hi. This was our conversation just a minute ago:
E: Hi Neeny-boy, it’s Ellen.
Drunk: Hi Elly-bell, whatcha doin’?
E: Nuffin’ hey guess what?
Drunk: What?
E: Dee-tee showed me how to use mommy’s phone!
Ellen couldn’t pronounce her sisters names very well when she was 2 and 3. Christen became Dee-tee and Lauren became RoRo. Those names have stuck…much like Neen.
Drunk: really? that’s very cool.
E: Yeah, I called daddy and gramma and Oma and Kelly and Tante Yenni and–
Drunk: Tante Yenni?! In Germany!?
E: I don’t know where she is silly it doesn’t say on the blue-lighty screen. All it said was Tante Yenni.
I guess Christen heard Ellen say those last few words
C: ELLEN!! You called GERMANY!?!
E: I told you I don’t know already jeez!
Drunk: Ellen?…Elly-Bell?….
E: okay bye Neeny-boy
