Avery is obsessed with phones. He pretends EVERYTHING is a phone. He wants us to talk on his phones...all of them. He has 7. I counted. It's silly. Most of all he wants one of the two phones in the house that actually work. Mine and Billy's cell phones. He can tell which ones they are. He knows and he gets upset if they're in sight and not in his hands. Yesterday, I was the Mamarazzi and tried to document all the things he used as a phone.
His cup at breakfast. |
An actual toy phone. |
Puzzle piece. |
Remote. |
Keys on a lanyard. |
This red car...I wasn't fast enough. |
Coasters. Both ears. |
Finally, MY phone. It's not as good as Billy's, but it works. |
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