This kid...

This kid...oh can he crack me up. The other day he was being a bit grumpy and not at all cooperative. So I asked him where my sweet Preston was. His response? "He's gone." I asked him where he went. "On a vacation. He needed some fresh air." Later, he went outside and rang the doorbell. I opened it to find a smiling, happy Preston. "I'm back from my vacation!"

He also knows about telemarketers, which is ridiculous, I know. They are persistant, that's for sure. Anyway, Preston is starting to answer the phone now and one time it rang and he answered it. Apparently he didn't recognize the voice and hung up. I asked him who it was and he replied, "Telemarketers." Just then the phone rang again so I answered this time. It was my dad. "Did I just get hung up on?" he wanted to know. I was laughing and said, "Preston didn't recognize your voice and thought you were a telemarketer!" Pretty funny. Which reminds me of another thing...I answered the door when the doorbell rang to find Preston standing there looking at me. "Can I help you?" I asked. Nothing. "Who are you?" I tried again. "A telemarketer," he said. What a kid!