Your Call Cannot Be Completed...

Wednesday morning at 5:30 a.m. I was sleeping soundly when the phone rang.  My first thought is, "Who in the freak is calling at five in the morning."  I look at the caller id which reads, security screen 043-910-1800; my next thought, "Seriously, telemarketers at five in the morning."  So I immediately think, "I am not answering this." and I let the phone ring.  The caller calls right back and I think, "What the crap, leave me alone."  I pick up the phone and hang it up.  And the phone rings AGAIN!! I answer the phone and in my most annoyed tone I say "Hello."

 A heavily accented male voice cheerfully responds "Hello, Mrs. Loftus?" 

What??  Loftus?? Definitely a telemarketer.  I reply "You have the wrong number." 

Caller "Mrs. Loftus?" 

 Me (using a tone to display my disgust),"You have the wrong number." 

 Caller (still cheerful), "Oh, Mrs. Tudor?" 

 Me again "Wrong number."
 
Then I hear a very sweet, not nearly as accented male voice say "Mom, don't hang up.  It's me Colton; I'm in the hospital."

After I picked myself up off the floor, Colton was able to explain that he had three kidney stones and they needed my permission to do surgery.  Would it be considered bad parenting if you are happy your child is in the hospital because it allows you the chance to talk to him?  Well, I was.  We talked to him before and after the procedure and he is all fixed up and back to work.

Oh, and the heavily accented male voice... Mission President Tavares!!