I usually call home at around 10am every day to see what's going on. During the summer, all the kids were there as well, so I would get to talk to them (OK, really just Conor since the girls slept til at least noon) sometimes too.
One day I was talking to Jeff and he said Conor wanted to talk to me.
"Mom, could you get off the phone with dad, please?"
"Why? You need him to do something for you?"
"I'm tired of hearing him talk, he just keeps going on and on and on. So just say 'bye to him and get off the phone."
I cracked up laughing.