Apparently, London has terrible phone service

My parents and sisters are enjoying Spring Break in London...without me (pouting).

They've called me once since they've been there and I happened to be signing up my son for Gymboree at the time. This is how our conversation went:

Mom: Hi, where are you?

Me: Hi, Mom! How... oh wait, Son, stop eat that shoe. It's not yours... Hey Mom, I kind of have my hands full right now. Can you call me back in fifteen minutes? I'm trying to watch the baby and fill out some forms.

Mom: No.... no, we can't. We're in London.

Me: ummm...

Mom: Wait, your Dad wants to speak with you.

Me: Son, stop it... Mom, wait. Okay, I'm going to have to call you later.

Dad: Hey, how are you and the boy doing?

Me: uh, fine, Dad... oh, just one sec, Dad. Son! No, stop. Come here.

Dad: Hello?

Me: Hi Dad.

Dad: Hello?

Me: Dad.

Dad: Oh hi, we're in London.

Me: I know. How is it?

Dad: Wait your sisters would like to say something to the baby. Put your son on the phone...

Me: I can't right now, Dad, but...

Sister: Hello?

Me: (sigh) Hi, sis.

Sister: Hello? Are you there?

Me: Yes, I'm here. Hi.

Sister: We're in London.

I know.
I know.
I KNOW...