Dylan wants the phone.
He's positive that it's his cousin Lily calling.
For HIM.
Her tiny picture flashing on the phone.
But Mommy has made a "No Cell Phone" law.
And now she has to enforce it.
Which really isn't any more fun than losing the cell phone
to the tot.
He quivers with a level of unhappiness that only a toddler
can feel.
No words yet to say what he needs to say.
No authority to make mommy listen.
So he conjures up the weapon of all weapons.
The mad face.
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