Not the First Time
The following phone call occurred today at 3 PM:
Me: Hi, Mom.
Mom: What’s up?
Me: Not much. Just waiting for a haircut.
Mom: How’s Mayam?
Mom: Is Mayam with her father?
Me: Ummm… this is your son.
(laughter from both ends)
Mom: Your sister said she was going for a haircut today, so I just assumed.
Mom: I was wondering why her voice sounded so different.
Me: Uh huh.
Mom: So what did you do today?
Me: Other than impersonating my sister… not much.