Finding my phone
Categories : Family, Personal |
One of the few positive things about having to make do with a little old Nokia phone instead of my Palm Treo is how comfortably it sits in my pocket. I’d forgotten just how comparitively large the Treo is.
However one of the down-sides of having a small phone is that it also fits in other people’s pockets. This morning at home I heard my phone ringing, a call from the hospital, but couldn’t find it anywhere. I found Luke (who’s 3 in September) and could hear the ringing coming from near him but couldn’t see the phone … until I looked in his pocket. He’d been carrying around my phone, vibrating and ringing in his pocket and hadn’t even noticed. Probably a good thing given his phone conversational style …
“Hello ….. Lukey here”
A good start you might think, but then it quickly turns into a series of naming all the objects he can see …
“Teddy … T.V. …. Juice … Owen (pronounced Rowing) … soccer ball … ”
You get the idea. OK to talk that way to grandad, not so good when talking to a specialist obstetrician 
