A few days a week M and a few of her buddies take the bus to the Boys and Girls Club after school. She calls me to check in when she arrives. Today it went like this:
M: “Hi Mama! I got here safe! But… Guess. What?”
M: “They have a phone here that has a string that goes from the talking part to the dialing part. And then another string that goes into the wall. It’s a PHONE MADE WITH STRINGS. And I’m talking on it Right. Now!”
And to think I had a childhood replete with string phones and didn’t fully appreciate the magic.