Wrong Number

It's Saturday morning and John's just about to set off on a 
round of golf when he realizes that he forgot to tell his 
wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming 
around at noon. So John heads back to the clubhouse and phones 
home. 

"Hello?" says a little girl's voice. 

"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says John. "Is Mommy near the phone?" 

"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Fred." 

After a brief pause, John says, "But you haven't got an Uncle 
Fred, honey!" 

"Yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!" 

"Okay, then. Here's what I want you do. Put down the phone, 
run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout in to 
Mommy and Uncle Fred that my car's just pulled up outside 
the house." 

"Okay, Daddy!" A few minutes later, the little girl comes 
back to the phone. "Well, I did what you said, Daddy." 

"And what happened?" 

"Well, Mommy jumped out of bed and ran around screaming, then 
she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and 
now she's all dead." 

"Oh, my God! What about Uncle Fred?" 

"He jumped out of bed too, and he was all scared, and he 
jumped out the back window into the swimming pool. But he 
must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to 
clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now 
he's dead too." 

There is a long pause. 

"Swimming pool? Is this 555-3097?"