"I'm on the phone …"

It's no wonder (not so) Little One asked me recently if everything in my house is old. 

On our kitchen wall hangs a "retro wall phone" that we no longer use but 

keep there due to inertia. It actually can be a lot of fun. 

First the grandies learned that it is indeed a phone (I'm guessing they know 

only cell phones, as Little One asked why you needed both ends on the receiver.) 

The Gardener and I have perfected a game of ringing the "old phone ring" on
my cell phone a couple of times and then answering the phone on the kitchen wall. 

I usually carry on quite a conversation as if talking to someone very interested 

in what the kids are doing and how they are. Usually they don't care to speak 

on the phone so I ask the caller to try again another time.

But on this particular day they got into it. As you can see, "Miss Imagination" is 

having quite a long conversation with some friend. I was so amused at her facial expressions 

and the way she played with the cord while she talked. Where did she learn that from? 

The last picture is so funny--she obviously is "listening" to something that is making her smile. 

With most of us using cell phones the "mystery" associated with a ringing 

phone (sans caller ID) is a thing of the past. No more deciding who will

 answer the phone and guessing who will be calling. 

It reminds me of when I'd be around my dad when the phone would ring. He'd always

say, "If it's the president calling for me, tell him I'll call him back later."

Joining Mary's Little Red House for Monday Mosaics.