Because a week later, I figured out how to yank the handset down, and threw my toys at the keypad until someone started talking to me...
I ended up talking to a Japanese Operator that time, and my mother moved the phone to the top of the frig where there was no way I could get to it.
I don't remember what my punishment was, but I think it involved me getting my own "PlaySkool" style toy phone that let me "talk" to various cartoon characters.
"This is your phone, this one is mommy & daddy's phone. If you want to talk on the phone, use yours, and stop using mommy & daddy's. When you use mommy & daddy's phone, it costs money. Lots, and lots of money..."
This seems about par for the course, because I was also deemed a "little Houdini" by my mother.
When she'd put me in my car seat, by the time she'd closed my door, walked around to the driver's door, & started to get inside, I would be out of the car seat, out of my CLOTHES, and sitting in the front seat trying to steer.
She'd point, say "Get back there, YOU!" and I'd crawl back into my clothes, back into the seat, and snuggle back under the seat straps (which were still fastened).
I distinctly remember my mother threatening to GLUE me into the sucker, for some ODD reason...
O- =D hehehehehehe
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