I'd like to think I don't spend that much time talking on the phone. But my little mocking bird does this all day long. This morning she was using one of her sisters shoes as a phone.
Here she is with an old mouse she is talking into, (and by the sound of conversation I would not want to be the person on the other end) while walking in figure eights and pounding on the ipod.
Is this where childhood imagination is escaping to?