The Girl on the Phone thinks I’m her Dad.

"Good morning, dad."

I could hear how happy the girl was. I told her gently that she had the wrong number.

Before she hung up, all she said was "Nut-uh." I put the phone on the desk and laughed a little.

The phone rang again after three days. While my wife, Haley, held on tight to the toilet seat, I answered with my free hand.

"Hey Dad." The girl yelled, and her voice was filled with happiness. I told her again that she must have mixed up the numbers.

She laughed and said, "You're my dad, silly." "Please tell Mom that I hope she feels better soon."

Before I could ask the girl how she knew my wife had morning sickness, she started throwing up in the toilet. Later, when I tried to call her back, I got a dead tone.

Do you think Jay will be okay? She asked the next time she called, while I was giving our dog medicine.

I took a big swallow. "Yes, the ear drops will help Jay feel better. "What is your name, sweetheart?"

"I forgot."

Press "Click." I was no longer laughing. She knew everything about us.

In a few weeks, around the time Haley was due, the unknown girl called again. "Please tell Mom that I can't wait to meet her."

"Tell me, pet, where are you calling from?"

"The other spot."