Telephone

Thursday night I called Dave to see when he would be home and Christian snatched the phone out of my hands and decided to talk to his Daddy. Christian had a lot to say, but he also let Dave talk on occasion. He was very upset with me when he had to get off the phone so I could give him a bath. (He had a blowout diaper while all of this was going on.) But he was quickly distracted by the water and was happy again. I think this might be a sign of what is to come during the teenage years (minus the blowout diaper, I hope).