My mother had some relatively minor surgery Wednesday last week. And on Friday I called her in the hospital to wish her well and let her know I was thinking of her.
I didn't have her direct number so the main switchboard patched me through. Upon picking up the phone, my mother says, "Who is this?" To which I reply, "It's your least favorite child."
Without missing a beat, she says, "Oh! Hi Karen. So nice of you to call."