“Uh huh, uh uh..no, it’s pink.”
“Riley, who are you talking to?” I asked as I walked down the stairs with my laptop in hand. “No, we’re going to have mac and cheese.” I frowned as I watched the toddler lying on his stomach with my phone in his hand, swirling his little finger in his bowl of cheerios as if he were talking to a girlfriend. “Chocolate cake?” Riley exclaimed, nodding happily after. “Yes please.”
“Riley, who is that you’re on the phone with?” I asked again and he pulled the phone away from his ear and put a small finger to his tiny mouth. “Aunt Rosie, can’t you see I’m on the phone?” the toddler said with his palm facing upwards and I couldn’t help but laugh. Madison was always saying that to him whenever Riley disturbed her on important phone calls and Riley had eventually
