Pimp Daddy Dillon

I walked back to the bedroom tonight to find my son jabbering away to someone on my cell phone. This can't be good. I run over and grab the phone from him to see who he's called THIS time (by the way, he called 911 last night on Jon's cell phone)! "Hello", I said. "Hello", a young woman's voice answers back. Embarrassed as I don't recognize her voice, I say "I'm sorry, I believe my son called you by accident." Her reply absolutely floored me! "It's okay . . . he's called me several times before and we've had a couple of fairly long conversations in the past! He's so cute!"

After a brief conversation, I learned that this woman has my brother's old home number and it was apparently still in my phone. Somehow or other, Dillon was navigating to it and calling it. She apparently has a two year old as well and said she enjoyed her talks with Dillon and that he could call anytime he wanted! My son . . . already a player! Daddy would be so proud!