A Telephone Salesman
A salesman telephoned a household, and a four-year-old boy answered. The conversation went thus:
Salesman: May I speak to your mother?
Boy: She’s not here.
Salesman: Well, is anyone else there?
Boy: My sister.
Salesman: O.K., fine. May I speak to her?
Boy: I guess so.
At this point there was a very long silence on the phone. Then:
Salesman: It’s you. I thought you were going to call your sister.
Boy: I did. The trouble is, I can’t get her out of the playpen.
Submitted by ravinder.