Last night, while I was playing Rad dad here at the ranch,.. the bug's mom called to check and see how the little guy did during the day (thinking he'd be asleep). She was concerned that it was well past his bed time, and he didn't seem tired.
She volunteers to come over and knock him out, in ways only she can. I say, "Cool, come on over." (noting she has never offered to do this before).
When she called, I put her on speaker-phone, so the bug could hear his mom talking. He heard our entire conversation, and recognized her voice (smiling at times), but seemed reluctant to believe his mom was inside the little phone. (He's not yet two years old).
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Anyway, 10 minutes later, there's a knock. He reaches high to open the door and let her in. While I watched TV, she puts him in a milk coma and tucks him in. Beautiful.
Earlier today (after spending the morning at the Back Bay Interpretive Center in Newport Beach) the bug woke from his afternoon nap and noticed my cell lying on the bed beside him. He scrambled for it .. rather quickly for someone who just woke from a two-hour nap.
I thought he was going to play with it, as he has done many times before (pushing the pretty, illuminated buttons, with his fat little fingers). But instead, he hands me the phone and says (enthusiastically), "Dada call milk." =D