Anyhow, my mom was buying flowers at that store, and she had Haley-bug with her. I called to see how her day was going and she proceeded to describe Haley's outfit and tell me how adorable she looked. I asked her to send me a photo of her in the buggy (in the south we say "buggy" not cart) when she could. I started to tell her goodbye, so she could take a photo and send it, and she told me to hold on. I could hear her fumbling around and then, exasperated, she proceeded to ask her grandchild (the baby who can't make sentences yet) what she did with her cell phone. "Where is it, Haley? What did grandma do with her phone?"
I almost ran off the road laughing when I said, "You're talking on it, mama." Her response, "Ooooooooh. I guess I am."