Phone a friend

Is this how it starts? AJ came to me the other night as I was changing Sydney into her pajamas. He was carrying Jeff's old cell phone, which is now his toy since it's been de-activated.

"Mom, do you know Hanna's phone number?"

"Yes," I answered.

"What is it?" he asked, ready to start punching numbers.

"I'd have to look it up on my phone," I explained, "but it's too late to call her house tonight anyway." (It was after 8 p.m.)

AJ pouted for at least the next five minutes. "But I want to talk to my friend!"

At least he didn't call her his girlfriend.