We (me, Terry, my sister, and my dad) were on our way out the door to see Dead Man's Chest. My dad sat his cell phone on the counter....
Dad (to mom): Call Redhead's phone if you need to get ahold of us because I'm leaving my cell phone here.
Mom: You want me to call your cell phone?
Dad: No, I want you to call Redhead's phone.
Mom: Why would I need to call Redhead?
Dad: In case there's an emergency, while we're at the theater.
Mom: Oh, I hate calling the theater because you can't ever get ahold of anyone, I always get the recording.
Dad (with diminishing patience): No...if there's an emergency, you need to call Redhead's phone.
Mom (with an eye roll in Terry's direction): I understood you the first time.
I couldn't even freaking type this without giggling the whole time. I love my folks, but they are notorious for these types of conversations. Love you Mom and Dad!