I bought J a toy cell phone when he turned two. He enjoyed it. And then the batteries died. They were removed and um, for some reason, never replaced.
One night last week, when I was out, Daddy promised J to replace the batteries, much to my chagrin. But since he promised, I bought new batteries and put them in. It’s like a brand new toy. Felicity and J play with it all the time now.
Once, after getting home, we were all walking back to the apartment and J had the cell phone. It rang, and J answered it.
Looking at me, “ThinkI’mgonnahavetoletchago,now.”
(In family worship)
Mr. F: “We will all die one day.”
J pipes up. “Well, I want to live ’til I’m nine.”