You’ve turned anything and everything into a cell phone for as long as I can remember. A banana, your dolly, your magnets–even a piece of cheese you were eating the other day. Amazingly in this age of tiny cell phones, you actually understand that the old rotary Fisher Price phone is also a phone! Of course, playing with Daddy’s cell phone is best (he locks the keys so you could only call 9-1-1). But we try not to encourage that.
On Sunday you were running around church after the potluck with Daddy’s phone. Another little girl’s mommy saw you and said you would be welcome to her little girl’s pink princess phone–she said they had about five more like it at home. You were so very thrilled to be the new owner of McKylie’s phone. It’s just like Daddy’s. Except, Daddy’s isn’t pink. (And Daddy and Mommy haven’t told you that yours does have a battery, we just don’t plan to replace it!)
Now you spend all your time dialing numbers and talking on the phone. But of course, when a girl’s gotta talk, a girl’s gotta talk, so if your phone doesn’t happen to be handy you’re still likely to pick up a magnet (a blue tooth headpiece?) or some other phone-like device from time to time and say “Hi!”
(And did we mention that in this digital age you also know that the photo is instantly visible on the camera screen…? It’s a good thing you’re growing up running an antique store so you’ll learn how things used to be…)