Creeva’s World 2.0

To my friends with Chil­dren: Why par­ents drink

The boss won­dered why one of his most val­ued employ­ees had not
phoned in sick one day. Hav­ing an urgent prob­lem with one of the main
com­put­ers, he dialed the employee’s home phone num­ber and was greeted with a
child’s whis­per. ” Hello ? ”

“Is your daddy home?” he asked.

” Yes ‚” whis­pered the small voice.
May I talk with him?”

The child whis­pered, ” No .”

Sur­prised and want­ing to talk with an adult, the boss asked, “Is
your Mommy there?” ” Yes .”

“May I talk with her?” Again the small voice whis­pered, ” No .”

Hop­ing there was some­body with whom he could leave a mes­sage, the
boss asked, “Is any­body else there?”

” Yes ‚” whis­pered the child, ” a policeman “.

Won­der­ing what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss
asked, “May I speak with the policeman?”

” No, he’s busy “, whis­pered the child.

“Busy doing what?”

” Talk­ing to Daddy and Mommy and the Fire­man ‚” came the whis­pered
answer.

Grow­ing more wor­ried as he heard a loud noise in the back­ground
through the ear­piece on the phone, the boss asked, “What is that noise?”

” A heli­copter ” answered the whis­per­ing voice.

“What is going on there?” demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.

Again, whis­per­ing, the child answered, ” The search team just landed
a helicopter .”

Alarmed, con­cerned and a lit­tle frus­trated the boss asked, “What are
they search­ing for?”

Still whis­per­ing, the young voice replied with a muf­fled gig­gle… “
ME .”