The Rock Phone

All children love to play "telephone." No matter what the object is, a child can make it into a phone. Christian is no different. He loves to talk on pretend phones. He even pretends to text people, mainly his therapist, and will use anything from a calculator, to a hairbrush. If you give him a real phone, with an actual person on the other end, he just smiles and breathes heavily into the mouthpiece. Go figure.

Today I witnessed one of his greatest phone conversations ever. He was standing in his car on the beach, and my mom was sitting next to him. She was picking up cool rocks to show him and one in particular caught his eye. It was a big, flat, white rock. Christian immediately put it to his ear, and said hello.

Without skipping a beat, my mom found a rock at her feet, and answered his call. "Hello, my name is Christian." he said into his rock. "Hello, my name is Tutu." my mom answered. They said the same thing back and forth three or four times. Then Christian was silent. Finally my mom asked if he was still there. Christian turned to look at her, still holding the rock to his ear, and said "It's ringing." What a beautiful little goofball.