We stayed in a motel in Alexandria, Va. this weekend, and Cool Newbie was obsessed with the phone. The contraption was nothing like Daddy’s mostly forbidden miracle calling device that offers endless rounds of Angry Birds and Angry Birds Star Wars. The push-button phone with a handset has been relegated to toy status, and, while he knew it was the real thing, he still felt some entitlement to it.
The wireless internet went out at one point, so I called the front desk to let them know. The clerk said he would reset the router. Then Newbie looked at me with eager eyes and said, “I want to call the front desk.”
“I want to thank him for pressing the button,” echoing my answer that the front desk man was fixing the internet by “pressing a button.”
At first I didn’t want to bother the desk clerk. But then I figured we should seize this little opportunity to give him a fun, little story to tell.
I dialed ‘0’ again and told the young man who answered that the internet was working again. I then added, “Oh, and um, my three-year-old wanted to tell you something.”
Cool Newbie cradled the receiver in his hands and held it up to his face.
“Thank you for my fixing my daddy’s computer. (pause) Okay, bye.”
So. Sweet. I guess we’re doing something right some of the time with Newbie.