Can you hear me now?

Mom got me my very own (toy) cell phone this weekend. Mainly so that I would leave Dad's cell phone alone.

Every time Dad's cell phone rings I want to take it from him. When Dad doesn't give it to me, it causes a baby meltdown. Just for the record, baby meltdowns are still cute.


The toy cell phone is a great idea in theory, the only major problem is that Dad's cellphone has a cool antenna that I can pull out with my new little tiny teeth. The toy cell phone doesn't have an antenna like that.



Dad thinks he's showing me how to use a cell phone. I'm pretending to listen. . .