My son called me at work today.
Now, given that he is 16 months old, I should probably note that he did technically call me, not by himself. I answered the phone in my cubicle, and my wife said simply: "Your son wants to talk to you."
Apparently what he actually wanted to do was listen to me, and I obliged him, chatting brightly to the expectant silence at the other end of the line. I asked him about his day, what new things he had learned or discovered, whether he had eaten anything. After a few minutes of this my wife came on the other extension. She explained that stretched as tall as he could, reached the phone cord and pull it off the hook onto the floor. This feat accomplished, he held the handset in both hands, looked at my wife eagerly and said "Da?" repeatedly until she dialled me up and put him on the line.
It is hard being away from family all day as I am. It is suddenly that much harder now that he actually misses me when I am absent. It is both touching and devastating, depending on which end of the day I am on.
Today...
9 years ago
1 comment:
That's really cute. Simon Baker calls me all the time, too, and I gotta say... nt being related to the kid makes it a little less cute. "Yes, Simon. Hello, how are you? Oh, you went poopie? That's great. And you had a grilled cheese. Ok, can you put Liz on the phone now? No? Sure, let's talk about your princesses. I do love Belle, too. But no, sorry, pink isn't my favorite color."
Yeah.
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