A phone call
The phone rings. I see it's from Tim's house. I answer: heavy breathing on the other end, then: "Baba?" It's Booboo. We chat for a bit, then I tell him to give the phone to Tim, who, upon hearing me, starts laughing. He says Kane has taken to walking around the house with the phone to his ear, pretending to talk to someone. Except this time it was real.
I love that little Booboo.
posted by Theresa at 3:35 PM
3 Comments:
He is so adorable and smart.
I remember calling Grandma all my time when I was a little kid. At some point, though, I started hating to talk on the phone.
I forgot about you talking to her on the phone. You looked so cute with that big receiver to your ear, chatting away.
Post a Comment
<< Home