When I was a kid I had a toy clock. I had a toy camera. I had a toy radio and even (yes, I am this old) a toy record player. Also, like most girls, I had a toy phone -- a light pink rotary that I loved very much.
My kid? She just has a toy phone.
When she wants to take a pretend picture? She points the phone at her subject and says "cheese." Sometimes she'll snap her fingers and say "over here" if she feels they aren't paying
proper attention. When she wants to check the time? She picks up the phone and looks at the face, saying "tell time." And when she wants to listen to music? She hands me the phone and tells me to "plug it in."
If I just put it down she gets very upset, so we have learned to compromise. After all, if my phone plays music, why can't hers?
She also, of course, makes numerous phone calls.
There are days I wish that most of Meg's life play didn't revolve around a phone. That she had numerous things to mimic me and her Dad instead of just one. Maybe it would help if our lives didn't revolve around our phones. After all, I only really loved my pink rotary because my Mom loved her beige one so much.
I guess we could cut down on phone use.
Hmmm... That might be an idea.
Yeah, not going to happen.
At least Meg hasn't figured out texting yet. Otherwise we would NEVER get her phone out of her hands.