My first words were to verify that it was a real call.

“Is this a butt dial?” I asked. No one seemed to be there.

Suddenly that wee little voice, big in its own way and certainly not lacking volume or energy acknowledged, “It’s me!”

For the next hour we shared our lives, me and a four year old grand daughter. I was making a pasta dish well familiar to me, so she got almost all my attention.

We spoke of family, art, pets, music, and history. With no guile, she described how she interacted with each family member today. She really believes that she named her little sister.  We negotiated more on the painting she wants done of herself. Now she wants a tiara and lipstick and to be holding a pink rose. Her dress should be light blue, she decided. She wants windblown hair but I was unsure if she was still describing the painting. She made up a song that was several minutes long and sang it to me three times. For a layered effect, she pressed buttons to make music, but she did that first then sang afterward.

Then she was gone. Within seconds, she was calling back and exclaiming, “You hung up on me!”

“Nope. I figured you drained the battery.”

“Oh, I dropped it!” she said, laughing.