<p>Not a phone call, but there was the time I returned to work after lunch and, as I walked in, the receptionist said, “Oh, VeryHappy, your nanny called, and she wanted to let you know that S1 is OK!”</p>
<p>There had been no previous phone call.</p>
<p>(Almost) ANY phone call from in son can’t be good. Texts are fine.But most of these beat any of his.</p>
<p>Relatedly, almost any call from his school (he is in high school).</p>
<p>A good/bad phone call the week after he returned. He actually called me - he asked how to wash his pillows. I gave the answer, added that I do them once a year and had done them before the school year, he said he needed to be done before he went somewhere so I never did find out WHY. This a college senior who has never worried about ultra clean sheets (he did request beige full size sheets when need apt sheets last year- his navy blue twin XL sheets used the first two years showed the snot too much he said).</p>
<p>For many years any phone call from my son meant bad news. This year he is calling more often and my heart still skips a beat when I hear his voice.</p>
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I received a text message from son with a picture of him in an emergency room bed hooked to an IV. He was grinning.</p>
<p>I love this thread. Makes me realize how good I’ve had it.</p>
<p>Last week, D1 calls me:</p>
<p>Me: “You sound like you are walking somewhere outside”</p>
<p>D1: “Yes, I am going to the gym. Do you rememer that expensive ring Grandma gave me for Christmas last year? I lost it somewhere at the gym this morning, and am going back to look for it…”</p>
<p>Wis75: It’s not the snot. There are other bodily fluids.</p>
<p>Laughter is good for the soul…I was in a bad mood before I read this thread.</p>
<p>My call from college sophomore D:
Mom, I’m at the emergency room but I’m OK.</p>
<p>A huge mirror on the wall of one of the rehearsal rooms fell off and crashed down, landing on my D’s head, breaking into pieces everywhere. It scared her professor silly (her too). No apparent injury, but the called security and took her to the hospital for evaluation just in case. Very lucky outcome.</p>
<p>Whew, glad to hear she is OK!</p>
<p>This is now my favorite thread on CC!
:)</p>
<p>Ah, well, the thing is, I haven’t actually graduated. Ya see, I thought the final was on Wednesday… The professor must be out of town because I haven’t been able to reach him.</p>
<p>S2 “Hello, Mom? I don’t know what happened but J(our exchange student) is in the dean’s office and he’s crying. Something about the phones in the gym? I’ll call you back”</p>
<p>The next phone call was from the boy’s advisor, and the following one was from the Head of School. </p>
<p>We had been hosting the exchange student from Hades … err France. Suffice it to say that this particular prank got him expelled.</p>
<p>Actual phone call:
“Um, Mom, what’s my blood type?”
!!!GASP!!!
All was OK, just needed it for summer training paperwork.</p>
<p>S2: We had this great idea to turn the bed of my truck into sort of a hot tub on wheels.
So we ducktaped big pieces of plastic into the bed and then filled it with water from the lake. It was working great until I had to stop at a stop light and all the water wooshed out the back onto the car behind us.</p>
<p>S2 (sitting in driveway calling on cell phone): Don’t open the front door. There’s a big snake laying in front of it.</p>
<p>S1: I would have outrun that fat cop if he hadn’t set his dog loose on me.</p>
<p>Text from S1 while getting a pedicure on my b-day:
“I’m not going to be able to make it to your birthday dinner… The SUV we were riding in caught on fire and then it blew up.”
Followed by a picture of a charred SUV that looked like it was in Iraq.</p>
<p>Actual phone conversation with S1 & S2:</p>
<p>S2: I just got rear-ended in my truck. It’s the delivery guy from our Chinese restaurant!
S1 (in the truck with S2): Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. I’m experienced with accidents.
S2: I guess this means we can never go back to that restaurant again.</p>
<p>D1 “I ran out of gas”
Me “Yeah?”
D1 " I don’t know what to do"
Me " Call AAA, or walk across the street and get gas, or call your boy friend"
D1 " But people are beeping at me"
Me " Roll down your window, stick your arm out, and wave them on by"</p>
<p>Another time D1, the dreaded crying… " I did something really stupid…"</p>
<p>Message on Answering Machine from S, who is on Spring Break in Florida:</p>
<p>“Mom, I fell off the dock and I broke my…”</p>
<p>(Long pause while Mom develops chest pain)…</p>
<p>“cellphone.”</p>
<p>DD has her own ring, so it’s her ring and the voice on the other end says:</p>
<p>“This is the (University) police.” I am dying at this point. “We found this cell phone and we are trying to locate the owner.”</p>
<p>I have asked DD to please keep better track of her things; I don’t know how many police calls I can take. And based on another thread on CC, we are going for a minimalist existence next term.</p>
<p>A few months ago:</p>
<p>Son: Mom, I’ve got big news. You’ll never guess!</p>
<p>Me: What?</p>
<p>Son: Guess. </p>
<p>Me: Does it involve your girlfriend?</p>
<p>Son: Well, yeah…</p>
<p>Me: She’s pregnant?</p>
<p>Son: How did you ever guess?</p>
<p>Me: (rolls eyes)</p>