Let the games begin....

Katie and her friend have called my house eleven times in the past week.
Who is Katie, you ask?
A girl in Jack's third grade class
who giggles
and squeals
and apparently has a crush on my boy.

I saved all of the messages Katie and her friend have left.
I torture Jack with them each time they call.
I wish I could save them until graduation
so I would have fodder for the party.

Of course a conversation ensued....

Me: Jack, Katie really wants to talk to you. You need to call her back.

Jack: You call her back.

Me: She's not my friend, Jack. YOU need to call her.

Jack: I'm not calling her. But I want to know what she wants. You call her.

Me: This is where I draw the line, Jack. I am NOT calling a 9 year old girl for YOU. Along with picking up after yourself, making your own breakfast, and putting away your own laundry, you will be the one calling the girl back.

Jack: Well. (he pauses) I guess I'll have to live without knowing what she wants.

Crud. I really wanted him to call.
It would have made for another great blog entry, I'm sure.