When my nephew, Jackson, was about two, Brett dropped him off at Nana’s house for the afternoon. Jackson’s diaper was riding low. Brett said, “I’ve tried everything short of tying him down but he will NOT let me change that diaper. See if you can get him to cooperate.”
After a while at Nana’s, Jackson pulled a yellow plastic phone out of the toy box. Nana acted all excited and said, “Jackson! I have a great idea! Let’s call your daddy and talk to him about that diaper!”
So Nana pretended to dial the plastic phone. She waited for it to ring and for someone to pick up…all the while Jackson was giggling and wiggling at their silly game. Then Nana said:
“Hey! Could I speak to Jackson’s Daddy? Why yes, I’ll hold”…….”Hey! I hate to bother you at work, but I need a little help. Jackson has a wet diaper and he doesn’t want me to change it. Would you talk to him and tell him that we need to change that diaper?”
Jackson hung on every word that Nana spoke into the yellow plastic phone.
She went on:
“OK, so you’ll talk to him for me? Good! Let me put Jackson on the phone.”
She handed the baby the phone. Like a pro, Jackson stuck the phone between his ear and shoulder and began pacing back and forth across the floor. He listened carefully to the imaginary voice on the other end of the line. He nodded his head and said, “Uh huh. Uh huh. OK.”
Then he handed the phone back to Nana and said, “Daddy said NOT to change my diaper.”
Well, okey dokey then.