I had the coolest thing happen last night!
For the past month or so, I've been telling my family that my 10 month old granddaughter is starting to talk. They all humored me as a biased grandma. Yesterday when I was watching her, she kept pointing at the phone and saying "call", so we called my husband. When her dad got home, I told him about it. He listened, and that was that. End of story. Or so we thought....
Last night, I was doing stuff around the house when the phone rang. It was my son, calling for my granddaughter! It seems her parents were talking about the story I'd told him. When her dad said the word "call", she started saying "Call! Call!" and pointing at the phone! They got her out of her highchair and she crawled straight to the phone, still saying, "Call! Call!" He asked her if she wanted to call Grandma, and she said, "Call...Gumma!"
So they called me and put her on the phone. I said, "Hi! It's Grandma!" She said, "Gumma?" I said "Hi!" She said "Hi!" I said "I love you" and she laughed. After a couple minutes of that, my son got on the phone and said, "What did you say to her? We knew what she was saying!"
So today, I'm one proud and happy (and vindicated) grandma! *contented sigh*
2 comments:
That's so cute! When Katy was little, she got my phone after I accidentally left it in her crib without me knowing. She called my parents and Stephen's parents without us knowing. They called Stephen's phone to let us know that she had mine. :)
How cute! It's fun to imagine the future of a girl whose first words included "Call"!
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