The Little Boy

A woman was making telephone calls, like we all get, to different households. A little boy answered and whispered, “Hello”. The woman asked if his mother was there, the little boy whispered, “yes”. The woman asked if she could speak with her. The little boy whispered, “no, she’s busy.” The woman asked if his father was there. The little boy whispered, “yes”. The woman asked if she could speak with him. The little boy whispered, “no, he’s busy too.” The woman asked if anyone else was there, the little boy whispered, “yes, the fire department is here”. The woman said, “may I speak with one of them?” The little boy whispered, “no, they’re all busy.” The woman asked if anyone else was there, the little boy whispered, “yes, the police department.” The woman said, “may I speak with one of them?” The little boy whispered, “no, they’re all busy too.” The woman said, “may I ask what they’re all doing”?

The little boy whispered, “they’re all looking for me.”