Surprise Call

Sometimes when I pick up the phone all I can hear is this little squirrel of a nephew chirping cheerily in Gibberish. It all goes well until there's this tone of a question and I'm supposed to answer some words of wisdom he can quote in his dire times. Not something like "Uh... what? What? I'm sorry, what? Pardon? Uh... yeah... I dunno... um... what did you ask again?" which is the usual case.
Ugh, sorry your aunt is such a pretzel brain, sweetie! I try my best!