Jibber-Jabber

The Boss has been busy all day. Busy Busy Busy - basket's to toss, blocks to stack then demolish, and of course, phonecalls to make. Oh, the phonecalls.

We gave him this phone over a year ago because, at the time, it looked like the same old-school Nextel model that my husband and I were rocking. It's a neat little toy, talks, plays music, and rings thirty seconds after you close it. This is the feature that kept my son busy this morning. Over, and over again. Phone Rings, he answers, and this conversation ensues:


(Phone Rings, Boss looks excitedly around the room with his hands up, like he's looking for the phone, even though he know's exactly where it is because he just put it down ten seconds ago)

Oh! Telephone!

(Answers phone)

Hi!

Oh!

Blarblarblar

Poo Poo? (grabs at his diaper)

Oh... (drawn out, as though he's listening to the response to his poo poo question.)

Choo Choo! (Little fist up in the air, charging forward.)

Blarblarblar!

Goooooo!

(Pause. Look around the room.)

Poo Poo.

Bye!

(Snaps phone shut, puts it down on the arm of the couch and takes off for his toy corner...R-I-N-G)

Oh! Telephone!

So goes my day. At least between his business calls and my daughter napping, I've had lots of time to waste looking for music...er...I mean...doing lots of productive writing on that story that's due in a week. Yes, that. Lots and lots.