Wednesday, December 10, 2008


There’s this thing they call cellphones. It’s a device that Mommy and Daddy put to their ears and talk into. I’m not really sure how it works or why they have to do that. But they do it. A lot.

I think it’s some sort of magic.

Today, Mommy put the phone right in front of me, and I heard a voice. A familiar voice. A voice I’d come to know and love. And then I heard the song “Inky Dinky Spider” and…wait, Gram? Is that you? Where are you?

And then I heard Grampa’s deep voice.

But where were they? How come they weren’t looking at me?

It seemed to be coming from this phone that Mommy held. Maybe the phone ate Grampa and Gram, and they were trapped inside? Mommy, shake that phone and get them out.

No. That’s silly.

But I stared at it, wondering, trying to figure it out how it sounded like Gram and Grampa but…it’s not Gram and Grampa.

You know, there are some things in the world you just shouldn’t question. This magical phone is one of them. All I know is that it brings me closer to the ones I love. And that means I love it back.

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