Who ya gonna call?

We were in the Kohl's dressing room today minding our own business and Kyra was of course, providing a running commentary on every thought that passed through her mind. =) Another woman had entered the dressing room around the same time we did and was accompanied by her son of around 9 years old or so. The boy was acting as her runner whenever she needed something else in another size. Well, while we were in our dressing room and she was in hers about 4 stalls down, and during a rare lull in Kyra's monologue, we hear this woman call for her son, "Austin...pausepausepause...Austin?" So Kyra, being the helper that she is, decided to help this woman summon the boy and yells as loud as she can, "AUSTIN!" From down the hall, the woman starts cracking up and I am chuckling, silently thanking God that at least we were behind closed doors.