Phone call. 

Rooby’s friend Emma has a toy (flip) cell phone. Rooby wanted to call me on it. She tried to dial “G-E-N-A” but then realized there were “only numbers”—“I’ll just dial a bunch of numbers,” she said, pressing at random. 

Rooby: It’s ringing.

Me: Hello? This is Gena.

Rooby: Hi. This is Ruby. 

Me: Oh, hi! My daughter Rooby?

Rooby: No, Ruby, your Grandma. 

Me: Hello! It’s nice to hear from you. 

Rooby: I’m calling to tell you that I’m still dead. 

Me: Well, thank you. That is very helpful information.

Rooby: You’re welcome. 

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