“Hi honey, this is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?”
“No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Gabe.”
After a brief pause, Daddy said, “But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Gabe.”
“Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now.”
There was another brief pause.
“Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway.”
“Okay, Daddy, just a minute.”
A few minutes later the little girl came back to the phone.
“I did it, Daddy.”
“And what happened, honey?”
“Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!”
“Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Gabe?”
“He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too. He was all scared and he jumped out of the back window and into the swimming pool, but I guess he didn't know that you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead.”
There was a very long pause.
Then Daddy said, “Swimming pool??? Is this 555-5731?”
“No, I think you have the wrong number.”