I’m at work.
My cell phone rings with the “family” ringtone.
The caller ID says its my wife.
I push the accept call button. “Hello?”
“Baaaa beee buuu shaaaee dak?”
I smile. “Hi, little guy.”
“Sooommm mek gaaab doo daaa pbbbth.”
“Deeee baad sshuuug maag gep. ”
I expect my wife to take the phone back, since I thought she called and was letting Justin do the greeting. “Where’s Mommy? Justin, can I talk to Mommy?”
“Booo bo baaak meeg shaal ek!”
“Justin, does Mommy know you have her phone?’
Theres a sound like he’s slobbering on the phone, then in the background I hear my wifes voice: “Wha..” and then the call ends.
I wait a couple of seconds, grinning, then call back. My wife answers the phone.
“Hi, I just got a phonecall from our son.”
“Yeah the little turkey had it when I came out of the bathroom. I thought he was just playng with it at first, but then I realized he was actually talking to someone.”
“Well, i just wanted to make sure you knew he had your phone, and that it was me he called.”
“At least he didn’t call Germany or something.”
She laughs, “Yeah.”
“I love you, I’ve got to get back to work.”
“Love you too, see you tonight.”
The call ends. I’m still grinning, and I think about how much more fun a call like that will be when I can actually understand what he’s trying to tell me.