This afternoon I called my godson’s mother. My godson picked up the phone.
“How are you, my beloved one?” I asked.

“Mama is busy,” he said.

“How about you?”

“I’m busy too.”

“What are you up to?”

“We are playing a game.”

Then I heard his mother shout: “Who’s on the phone?”

“Arnon,” he answered. “We are busy, aren’t we?”

At that point I decided to say: “I’ll call back another time, my beloved one.”