"Hi, honey. This is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?"
"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul."
After a brief pause, Daddy says, "But honey, you don't have an Uncle Paul."
"Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy right now."
Brief pause. "Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. I want you to put the phone down, run upstairs and knock on the door and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled up."
"Okay Daddy, just a minute."
A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone.
"I did it, Daddy."
"And what happened, honey?"
"Well, Mommy got scared, jumped out of bed naked and ran around screaming. Then she tripped on the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all."
"Oh my God! What about your Uncle Paul?"
"He jumped out of the back window into the pool. But I guess he didn't know you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead!
**Really long pause**
Then Daddy says, "Swimming pool? Is this 486-5732?"
|Many a thought I've been thinking|
And one has just entered my head
If a man can't drink when he's living
Then how can he drink when he's dead.