Flabbergasted 11 hours and 9 minutes into 2008

It is now 2008. The new year has arrived! Here at HQ, we are having a quiet morning before heading over to start the year off right by celebrating with friends.

The collards and black-eyed peas are bubbling away on the stove, white chocolate banana bread is browning in the oven, and the J-Dawg is coloring. A few minutes ago, the three of us had this conversation:

J: Mama, I'm looking for your phone number

M: Oh really?

J: Papa, I'm looking for your phone number too

P: Yeah?

J: Mama, where is your phone number?

M: My phone number is 617...

J: (interrupting proudly) Your phone number is 617-555-1212*

P and M: (in unison and flabbergastation) WHAT?!

J: Your phone number is 617-555-1212*

P: What?! (to Mama) How does he know our phone number?!

M: Um....

So yeah. Neither of us knows how the J-Dawg knows what our phone number is, unless he's heard us telling people when leaving messages or something. Thinking it might've been a fluke, we have since asked him several times what the number is, and he has consistently rattled off the correct number. We are both mystified and proud.


*not our actual phone number, though the area code is correct