Here is my first phone call from Poppy, as she and mommy were driving home. I had just walked in the door.
Me: Hello? (silence) ...hello?
Me: Who's this?
Me: Oh, hi! How's it going?
Poppy: I'm gonna get the orange bike.
Me: Oh, ok.
Poppy: The one with bees and butterflies.
Me: Well that's good...
Poppy: Are you at home right now?
Poppy: Did you beat us?
Me: Well, I thought you'd be here. I wasn't racing you...
Poppy: Why did you do that?
Me: Uh, I don't know. Sorry. Where are you?
Poppy (pointing to house): Right there. (sound of garage door opening)
Our talk continued even as she came in the door and stood right in front of me.
I'll probably miss this when she's a teenager.