A couple months ago, Bubbers received a sweet gift from Charming’s Dad–a toy cell phone.
On the phone was a post-it note addressed to Bubbers that said, “Give me a call!! Love You, Grandpa”.
After a photo shoot with the phone (naturally), it was lovingly attached to the little man’s walker.
When you push the buttons, the phone rings or says, “Hola! Me llamo Tad!”
The Bubbers man loved to chew on it and accidentally push the buttons.
Alas, the poor phone got spit up on a few too many times…
Pretty soon the buttons stopped working.
Then it randomly called out, “Hola! Me llamo Tad!” in the middle of the night.
Suddenly the buttons started working again, but it still rang and announced, “Hola! Me llamo Tad!” over and over again in sudden, startling spurts.
I figured it was good company–made me feel like another adult was around, even if that adult spoke a foreign language.
But then this afternoon, the little man was working hard at falling asleep for a nap, and he sounded like he was just entering dream land, when…
“RING RING!! HOLA! ME LLAMO TAD!!” cut through the silence of our home.
“WaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!” the poor Bubbers began to wail in anger.
The dear cell phone now has a new home far, far away in the bottom drawer of the armoire in the play room.