The Cell Phone

So, today I was out playing catch with Clate and at one point when I threw the ball to him, he ran the other way and said, "Stop! Wait a minute. I have to answer my cell phone." He dug in his pocket (I was wondering what he would pull out) and he pulled out a little play cell phone of Halle's, held it to his ear, and said, "Hi dad!" and proceeded to have a conversation. Luckily it was a short one and when he was done he said to me, "See, I told you I had to answer my cell phone." We then resumed our game of football.

Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about this incident. First of all, I'm the last person to drop what I am doing to answer a phone; phone calls just are not that important to me if I'm doing something else, especially something I enjoy. So I don't know where he picked that up from. Should I be worried? Should I laugh about it? Or just not really think anything of it? I don't know. Maybe he's been around Grandma Dell too much...j.k. :)

Anyway, no pics, just thought I'd share that little moment.