With the weather getting a bit colder, Bridget and I venture into the mall a bit more often to play on the “ice cream.” She loves going there and usually ends up meeting new kids whom she quickly deems as her friends.

A few weeks ago she met a little girl there. She asked her name and they played for 30 minutes or so.
On the way home she announced to me that she wanted her new friend to come over and play. I tried to explain to her that we didn’t know anything about this girl, except her first name. I think I said something along these lines:

“But we don’t know her last name, we don’t know where she lives, and we don’t even know her phone number. How can we invite her over if we can’t even call her?”

Bridget then told me that next time she saw this girl she would ask her what her phone number is.

More than 2 weeks passed before we returned to play on the ice cream. This time she met a different little girl, whom again she quickly became friends with. I didn’t think much about our conversation from the time before, until she was asking the girl, “What’s your phone member?” The little girls’ mother looked at me a bit quizzically and I quickly explained. The woman then told Bridget what her phone number was.

I chuckled, but neither wrote down the number nor made attempts to memorize it. But Bridget quickly ran over to me to let me know that she had asked her new friends’ phone “member” and that now we could invite her over.

On the way out of the mall I asked Bridget if she remembered what her new friend’s phone number was. Her response… “Its 22!”

I guess we’ll have to try dialing “22” one of these days. I wonder if her friend will answer…