Looking for Brenna, throughout the house... I can't seem to find her. Her bedroom door is closed, and I can hear talking. She must be playing house. [Door Opens] She is laying under her blanket, having a conversation. Crazy. Pull the blanket off, and she's got my cell phone! What poor soul is she having a lengthy conversation with? Grandma Lorraine! She somehow picked up on the speed-dial number for my mom, and decided to call her. This has happened several times. Mostly when I'm in the shower. She LOVES talking on the phone, and actually is pretty mature in her phone etiquette. Growing up way too fast!
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Wow!! That is awesome!! I think I was like that at her age, too. I am a phone gal!
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