I wanted to find out how the Calculus final went for Number Three Son this morning...so I called him after I picked up today's mail.
Me: You got some money in the mail, your tax refund.
Number Three Son: Cool! (pause) Whoa...I have to go 'cause I might fall off a cliff. (click)
Me to Myself: I guess "now" is not a good time to ask about the Calculus final. (And what are you DOING? You're afraid of heights!)