wrong number

I was reading Ryanna's scrapbook the other day when I stumbled across a hilarious story that I wanted to share:

It was fall of 2006, and this four-year-old was anxious to grow up. Evidentally, Ryan was gone, I was in the shower and Dawson was asleep. When I got out of the shower, I listened for Ryanna, who was just in her room was talking to herself. I went about my business doing dishes, and several minutes later, she walked up to me and handed me the phone. I was awfully confused as the phone didn't ring.

I said, "Hello?" and this poor older lady sheepishly asked, "Is Ruth there?" I apologized and told her she had the wrong number and she was so sweet about talking to my chatty daughter for so long! Poor, poor lady.

I doubt that she'll dial our number by accident again!