Why Yes, My Refrigerator Is Running.

I was cleaning up after dinner. The phone rang. I pick up and say “hello?”

 

I hear something on the other end, so I don’t automatically think it’s a telemarketer. But it could be a pollster calling to ask how pissed I am, so I figure I’ll not just hang up. But the other end sounds kind of like light breathing, so who knows what it could be.

 

Then I hear this little “huhuh” from a voice I know all too well. Only the sound came from both the phone and via my other ear. I turn around and there is Peter, with my cell phone in hand. He pushed the speed-dial for the house phone and had the phone up to his head.

 

We actually bought him a little toy cell phone the night before so he could get his kicks with that, but he still loves to play with his parents’ phones. It doesn’t matter if you turn the power off, he’ll just turn it right back on immediately. Oh, he likes the toy, it makes funny noises. But he also knows the difference between the real thing and the toy we gave him.

 

We’re going to have to stump him and give him one of those old rotary phone toys. He probably won’t have a clue what it is. Well, he shouldn’t, anyway…