Tripp has become obsessed with an info-mercial on the ipad for a firetrucks dvd. He keeps asking us to call the number so we can 'order now' but when he realized we weren't jumping up to make the call, he took matters into his own hands. After a few minutes, he came to me and said, 'Mommy, we need a new phone. We need a phone that has the lines on it'. The 'lines' he were the dashes between the numbers. Ex: 800-555-1212.
Love the innocence.
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