Bob called home one afternoon to see what his wife was making for
dinner.
"Hello?" said a little girl's voice.
"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," said Bob. "Is mommy near the
phone?"
"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with uncle
Frank."
After a brief pause, Bob said, "But you don't have an Uncle
Frank, honey!"
"Yes I do. He's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!"
"Okay, then. Here's what I want you to do. Put down the phone,
run upstairs,
knock on the bedroom door and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that
my car
just pulled up outside the house."
"Okay, Daddy!"
A few minutes later, the little girl came back to the phone.
"Well, I did
what you said, Daddy."
"And what happened?"
"Well, Mommy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran
around screaming,
then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now
she's
all dead."
"Oh my god! What about Uncle Frank?"
"He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too and he was all
scared and he
jumped out the back window into the swimming pool, but he must have
forgot
that you took out all the water last week to clean it, so he hit the
bottom
of the swimming pool, and now he's dead too."
There was a long pause, then Bob said, "Swimming pool? Is this
555-7039?"