Hello, you've reached the Stoddards. We can't come to the phone right now. In fact, we cant even leave the house. You see, we realized tonight that we have two, count 'em two, full blown three-year olds. Three year olds who will decide when they want to listen to you. Three year olds who can't seem to remember how to fall asleep. Three year olds who are attempting to push their limits further with every new dawn.
Three year olds who sent their babysitter home two hours early tonight.
You can leave a message at the beep, but really, right now we could give a shit what you have to say. So please call back in, oh, let's be optimistic and say eleven months.