Why parents drink!

I received this by email the other day and found it amusing:

>Why Parents Drink
>
>A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in
>sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers,
>he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a
>child's whisper.
>
>"Hello?"
>
>"Is your daddy home?" he asked.
>
>"Yes," whispered the small voice.
>
>May I talk with him?"
>
>The child whispered, "No,"
>
>Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your
>Mommy there?"
>
>"Yes,"
>
>"May I talk with her?"
>
>Again the small voice whispered, "No,"
>
>Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss
>asked, "Is anybody else there?"
>
>"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman".
>
>Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss
>asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"
>
>"No, he's busy" whispered the child.
>
>"Busy doing what?"
>
>"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.
>
>Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through
>the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"
>
>"A helicopter" answered the whispering voice.
>
>"What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.
>
>Again, whispering, the child answered, "The search team just landed a
>helicopter,"
>
>Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are
>they searching for?"
>
>Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle...
>
>"Me."