E:  Mama, I talk on the phone to you.
K:  Eat, I was downstairs making shirts.  You were talking to me on the phone?
E:  MAMA, I TALK TO YOU ON THE PHONE.
D:  He was talking to somebody.
K:  (incredulous that it clearly never crossed his mind to, I don't know, SEE WHO THE BOY WAS TALKING TO ON THE PHONE) Did you check to see who he was talking to?
D:  Nah, by the time I got to him, he had moved on and was checking our voicemail messages.
K:  So you think he was talking to someone but you don't know who it was?
D:  Nope.

I didn't even ask how far The Boy got in the voicemail process.  Because that may mean that I have to change the alarm code too.  And I'm just not quite ready to do that because of my 2 year old.  Go ahead and call me crazy.