A week or so ago, Mallory picked up her pretend black.berry phone and dialed some numbers.
MCB: “I’m calling grandpa – be quiet."
She put the phone to her ear, crossed her legs and looked off into the distance.
Looking back at me (who wasn’t saying a word), she said: “Be quiet.”
Looking at me again, she said: “Ok, sing a song.”
STB: “But you told me to be quiet!”
MCB: “Well every time you are on the telephone, I sing songs.”
Maybe we should just call her Brassy