I’m driving home with my kids. I gave my daughter my cell phone to hold. She likes pressing buttons and looking at the screensaver. It buys me some time before she starts getting antsy.
As I’m driving, I look up in the rearview mirror and notice she has the phone up to her ear, babbling away.
“Sweetie, who are you talking to?”
“I’m talking to NaNa,” she says, quickly continuing to gibberjab about nothing.
“Is NaNa on the phone?” I ask, turning down the radio to see if I can hear my mom on the line.
“Yeeaaaaaah.”
“Let me have the phone.” I contort my arm around to reach in the backseat.
“No, Mommy, I’m still talking to Nana!” she protests, pushing my hand away and CONTINUING her conversation.
“Darling daughter of mine, GIVE ME THE PHONE.”
“But I’m still talking.”
“RIGHT NOW.”
“I’m not done….”
“DO I NEED TO PULL THIS CAR OVER???”
The sentence escaped my lips before I knew what I was saying. Oh, Lord, it’s official. I’m a mom. My welcome package should be in the mail soon.
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Lmaooooooooooo! No you didn’t go there with that one twin!!! I’m dying over here! Not to mention the fact she managed to call her grandmother, wow. I can’t wait to see lil missy, she is gonna have me cracking up all night
What’s so funny is that happened to my and my daughter when she was 3. She called her dad, and she kept talking. I told her to give me the phone before I pop her. She told her dad, Dad I have to go, mommy is going to pop us.
my eldest has had her Nana’s number memorized since she was 3. Now she’s six and sometimes forgets her home phone number, but still knows how to reach nana. All I have to say is, if she ever gets lost, it’ll be a long distance phone call she’s making. Next time, yours will probably call Nana to tell on you!
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