The Voicemail

My wife left me a very long voicemail today, describing a stupid conversation she had had with the daycare teacher at Troy’s school. She had requested that they not strap his diapers on so tight, and the daycare teacher basically told us that we probably just need to buy bigger diapers. So, rather than them learning the correct way to put on a diaper that actually fits him, we need to go buy bigger diapers, so that they can continue to do it wrong.

I was livid with this line of thinking, and I proceeded to tell my wife this. But she just kept talking and completely ignored me. So, I tried again. Again, she ignored me. I looked down at the phone to see if maybe I had accidentally hit the mute button. And that’s when I realized that I was talking to a voicemail.