My mother calls and once I pick up the phone she asks, “Can you put Charlotte Emma on, please?”
I call out into the depths of the house, “Charlotte! The phone is for you.” Something that I seriously did not expect to find myself saying, at least not for a few more years!
She enters my office and I hand her the phone as she inquires of me, “Who is it?” I gently prompt her, “You need to say, “Hello! This is Charlotte.”” She does so as she walks off, realizing that it is Granny Meryl on the other end of the line.