So I got a call late at work today. It was like "Hello?" and I was "Hello." kinda puzzled because I didn't recognize the voice right off. Apparently he did. It was my nephew Lance. Then he said loudly with much indignation as he recognized my voice "You're not O'mama, I was calling O'mama!" which cracked me up because a) you could tell in his voice he was certain he had dialed the correct number and I had used some kinda mysterious magic to intercept his correctly placed call and b) I obviously wasn't a good substitute for talking to O'mama. Then he gave the phone to my sister because *Pishaw*, Not O'mama. Best laugh I've had in months.