Mike called home one afternoon, as he was feeling hungry, and was curious as to what his wife was making for dinner.
“Hello?” said a little girl’s voice.
“Hi, honey, it’s Daddy,” said Mike. “Is Mommy near the phone?”
“No, Daddy. She’s upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Jim.”
After a brief pause, Mike said, “But you don’t have an Uncle Jim, honey!”
“Yes, I do. He’s upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!”
Mike, puzzled and intrigued, and more than a little concerned about his wife’s fidelity, thought for a minute and then said: “Okay, then. Here’s what I want you to do. Put down the phone, run upstairs, knock on the bedroom door, and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Jim, that my car just pulled up outside the house.”
A few minutes later, the little girl came back to the phone.
“Well, I did what you said, Daddy.”
“And what happened?”
“Well, Mommy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug, and went out the front window, and now she’s all dead.”
“Oh my God! And what about Uncle Jim?”
“He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too, and he was all scared. He jumped out the back window into the swimming pool, but he must have forgot that you took out all the water last week to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool, and now he’s dead too.”
There was a long pause, then Mike said, “Swimming pool? Is this 555-7039?
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