My wife called one of her coworkers this morning. The phone was picked up by a boy that’s not quite three years old.
“Hi, what’s your name?”
“S., is this Mitchell?”
“Hi, I miss you!”
“I miss you too.”
“I’m playing my Nemo game, can you come over and play it with me?”
“Not today but maybe some other time. Is your mommy home?”
“Yes.”
He then sat the phone down next to him and continued to play without calling his mom. S. waited on the line 30 seconds before giving up.

Memo to selves: we need to break M.¬†of her obsession with the phone before it’s too late. Last week she was happily playing with S.’s cell phone. I said, “Call your Grammy.” Somehow, she managed to hit the right combination of buttons to pull up S.’s step-mother’s number and have it dial through.