Tonight when I was talking to Dominic on the phone, Lisy wanted to talk, too. As soon as I handed her the phone, she said, "Shh! I'm on the phone." I hadn't said a word. Most of her side of the conversation was incoherent. Then right in the middle of her babbling, she told Dominic "I'm talking to Daddy on the phone! My phone in the playroom," followed by more babbling. I thought I would die of the Cutes.
I am glad she let me take the phone back. When Samuel was little, he would get the phone and run away from me, then babble on and on while I tried to find him and pry the phone out of his hands.
-MR
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