Raisin phone

Charlie likes to call everyone he knows on his various pretend cell phones. He has one with real-sounding buttons, one that plays music, and one shaped like a dog.

Yesterday, on the train, he asked for a snack. I pulled out the baggie of raisins, his usual morning-commute fare. He ate a few, then pulled out a particularly big one and . . . held it to his ear.

“Ello? Ello?”

Jesse and I laughed. “Are you calling somebody on your raisin phone?”



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