Yesterday evening, I’d nipped out to get the family a takeaway and, as I drove home, my mobile ‘phone rang. I pulled over and checked the number – it was ‘Home’, so I answered. The conversation went something like this (with translated toddler talk from Sam, aged two and a half):
Me: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Daddy!
Me: Sam?!
Sam: Hello, Daddy!
Me (thinking Kirsty has dialed and put Sam on): Hello, Sammy! Is Mummy there?
Sam: Mummum? No.
Me: OK… Is Arran there?
Sam: Arran? No.
Me: Where is Arran?
Sam: Upstairs.
Me: Where’s Mummy?
Sam: Upstairs.
Me: OK… Sam, can you shout for Mummy, please?
Sam (softly): Mummum!
Me: Shout louder, Sam!
Sam (a little louder, but not much): Mummum!
Me: Sam, shout for Mummy really loud!
Sam (still not loud enough to be heard): Mummum!
Me: OK, Sam. I’m going to go now, but I’ll be back home in about ten minutes.
Sam: Daddy?
Me: Yes, Sammy?
Sam: Chippies?
Me: Yes, Sam – I’ve got you some chippies.
Sam: Bye, Daddy!
*click*
When I got home we discovered Sam had pressed redial (thankfully I was the last person Kirsty had called) in order to speak to me.
Tommy
Ahh! But this is only the beginning!
(Believe me, I know. I have three of these darlings who have all managed to find the redial button on just about every phone.)
Very cute.