Blowing & Drifting

The other day, I was giving Genevieve a bath when I heard Julia come down the hall, dragging our old-school Fisher-Price goggle-eyed telephone. Half-turning from the tub, I saw that Julia was actually carrying the phone, and that she had the long pull-cord in her mouth. I laughed and asked, "Who are you calling?" She gave me a bored look, said, "No, I'm playing the saxophone," and walked back out, tinkling all the way.