Tata: You called the house number. I waited a minute and dialed your cell and then you called mine. It took me a year to answer the phone. I’m learning how to use it.
Miss Sasha: Still?
Tata: Stop laughing! I was born before the cut off date! Besides: your voicemail is full.
Miss Sasha: On purpose! Grandma was driving me crazy with messages.
Tata: Fix that. How am I supposed to call and menace you?

Basket full of drowsy Drusy, who needs her beauty sleep.