Ask Not For Whom the Phone Rings

The other day I was cleaning up the basement while my kids played with some basement toys that they seldom see.  Seth, who is 5, was pretending to talk to his preschool friends on a play phone. 

Not to brag, but Bob Newhart would have been consumed with jealousy if he had heard these conversations.  He was doing the best pretend phone calls I've ever heard, and this is a boy who has probably talked for a grand total of 2 hours on the phone in his entire life. 

Seth had gone through four or five friends when he started talking to Hannah.  "Hannah, hold on second." he said, covering the mouthpiece with his hand.  "Dad, you know why Hannah wasn't in school today?  She has chicken pox."  "I didn't know that."  I said.  "Hopefully she gets better soon."  He went back to talking with "Hannah."

After a few seconds, I grew curious.  "Seth, does Hannah really have the chicken pox?"  "Dad," he said in a resigned tone, holding the red plastic receiver out towards me, "Play phone."

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