Say what?

Here is how I was awakened from a sound sleep this afternoon. A woman called and insisted our house was for sale. I tried to assure it was not.

"It's on a sign on Five Forks Trickum"
"Well, our house is not for sale. The one two homes away is"
"Well, describe your house"
"It's not for sale"
"What's it worth?"
"I have no idea! We've lived here for years."
(Exasperated)
"Thank You"

This is the second bizarre conversation I've had this week. The other night, Rebecca, Rachel and I were leaving Athens Pizza and Kouzzina when Rachel initiated the following conversation.

"Daddy, I want to hear number 4."
She then hummed a tune.
Okay, I have 35 cd's in my car. It's track four on one of them.
"Do you want to hear "Rock N Roll, Part 2 by Gary Glitter?"
I hummed it.
"Noooo! Not the hockey song! That's number 10!"
(Implied: "Geez, Daddy!)
She then hummed her tune again.
"Is that from the Little People?"
In our car, you can't go wrong guessing the Little People...except for this time.
"Nooooo! Not the Little People! Number 4!"
She hummed the song a third time.
"Oh....."
I hummed it back.
She nodded her head yes.
It was the "Wizard Song" from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas CD. How silly of me! Christmas in July.