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.