He was deep in conversation with Tati, (my grandmother, who we call Tita). He said a lot of things I don't understand, and a few words I did understand.
She was reminding him about the airplanes that fly over our homes all the time in this military city, "Airplane! Go! Go!"
He sometimes holds the phone to his ear, and other times stares at the screen, because that's where we see people that we Skype/FaceTime, like my sister Priscilla in college, or his Nana Rose in Florida.
This was his first phone conversation where he walked around the room for ten minutes, hanging on to the phone and carrying on active conversation.
He calls it "pone."
When he's done talking to you, he sweetly says, "Bye!"
