When I was upstairs I started talking like I was on the phone. When Momma looked carefully she said that I was actually talking on a calculator...whatever THAT is. It looks like a cell phone to me! The reception on this thing is as good as a real cell phone here anyway - NONE. I didn't mind one bit though. I kept running around, with the calculator to my ear telling the make-believe person all about Daddy's truck and all about kitty cats. "Ha-la. Dadee...twuh. Dadee twuh. Ee-ya. Eeee-ya. Oh no! Da da." (Memphis translation: Hello. Daddy's truck. Daddy's truck. Meow. Meeeow. Oh no! Bye bye.)
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