Bill picked up Margaret from school yesterday before I got home from work yesterday. I called him about something and Margaret answered the phone:
Me: Hey honey. Lemme talk to Daddy real quick.
Mar: OK, but you're going to hear a lot of this: (followed by some guttural grunting)
Then Mar hands to phone to Bill.
Me: (thinking to myself: 'the hell?)
Bill: (guttural grunting sounds)
Me: Are you pooping?
Bill: You called me. I can't help it.