Telephone chats

This happened in the last few weeks, but Greta now talks to me on the phone when I'm at work. I usually check in around dinner time, nostalgic for Hot Dogs and Mac & Cheese or maybe just some quality family time. I get the scoop from Carey first -- who slept when, the daily litany of bowel movements -- then she hands the phone to Greta. Here's a snippet from today:

Did you have a good day, honey?

I did.

What did you do?

We're making macaroni jewelry.

You are?

Yes.

Are you making me something?

No. We're not making you anything.

Are you making bracelets or necklaces?
I'm making a braclet. I'm not making you anything.