We’ve called Daddy on the telephone a few times since we’ve been in Toronto. Each time Reid has eagerly taken her turn talking *at* him. Yes, I know that usually people talk *to* each other on the telephone but Reid has been treating her daddy to a stream of consciousness recitation of all of the fun things that she has done in her day. Without context or shared experience and the speed of the delivery, Daddy has had trouble figuring out what Reid was saying. He could tell that she was having a great time and her enthusiasm was contagious. By the time I got my turn, I could hear the smile in his voice. I hope the photos that we took help her tell the story of her adventures. Daddy doesn’t complain when we leave him behind but it would still be nice to share a bit with him.