I knew that boys made anything (sticks, duplos, sandwiches) into weapons. But I guess I’ve never been a big phone girl myself, so it’s been enlightening to discover that girlie-girls will make anything into a phone. During dinner the other night, Elizabeth talked to Tommy (seated next to her) on her fork phone, to Daddy (not yet home) on her cup phone, and Grace (the little girl who had come over that morning) on her fritatta phone. The best phones, of course, are my real cast-offs, but a calculator or remote control will do in a pinch.
(and yes, after I took this picture, I put this shirt in the outgrown pile…)