Hello!
This morning I saw Cat's cell phone number on my caller ID at work. I picked it up and said, "Hi honey."
"Hellooooo?"
It was not Cat. It was Dax. We had a lovely conversation about cereal and when I asked where his daddy was he said, "Uh-oh. Bye!" and hung up on me.
So I called back.
"Helloooo?"
Dax again. We had another conversation about who he was going to see at daycare, what he was wearing, and whether or not he planned on behaving himself today. That's when I heard Cat in the background asking, "Dax? Do you have my phone?" Then he told me "Ok. I love you. Bye-bye."
A few seconds later the phone rang again. "Helloooooo?" Hee! My son again. We chatted a bit before Cat finally came on the phone and said, "Dax called you." My husband: Master of the Obvious. I explained that this was actually the third time Dax and I had spoken on the phone. We were both silent for a moment while we pondered both the awesomeness that our son had made his first phone call just shy of 21 months and the frightening fact that no telephone would be safe within his reach lest we want to be paying for rambling calls to foreign countries in which Dax extols the virtues of The Wiggles to total strangers.
Any of you on speed dial on any of our numerous phones, be warned. While he has not yet learned to say, "Would you like to switch your long distance carrier?" I can not guarantee that he won't call you in the middle of dinner.