Give him a phone and...

Yesterday, Firstborn asked to go to the park with a friend, but it was fairly close to dinner. Knowing how long these kids go to the park and not wanting to have to walk the 1 block to go get them, I had one of those moments of genius and remembered the walkie talkies that DH had purchased for just such an event.

First there were the comical few minutes while Firstborn and I figured out how to get them to work, set the volume and tested the devices. The whole time, neighbor Tommy was trying to tell us how to work them. He's seen walkie talkies you know. :-)

So off Firstborn went to the park and DH and I sat down for a moment to watch the upcoming storm coverage on the TV while dinner cooked away in the kitchen.

The walkie talkie rang (they do that now. They all sound like a nextel phone).
We picked it up and listened. Nothing.
It rang again.
Nothing.
It rang again and finally we knew what was happening. He was pressing the call button to talk. So we pressed the talk button and told him to "press the other button!" After about 3 tries telling him to press the other button, he finally got through.

Ken: You dogs!
Mom: Yes?
Ken: Why don't you have dinner ready for me when I get home so that I can go back out to play after?
Dad grabs the walkie talkie out of my hand and says: You'll get dinner when it is ready!
Silence.

Have dinner ready...
What was he thinking?