It's My Mom!

When my 8 year old granddaughter Bella was 3. she and her friend Rena were sitting in their car seats in the back as I was driving them to my home. Bella's Mom was on a business trip in San Francisco, California. My cell phone rang and it was Jamal, her Mom, calling to talk to her. I said, "Bella, it's for you," and handed her the phone. I had never seen her talk on the phone before and wondered how she would handle the cell phone. As I watched in the rear view mirror, Bella covered the phone with one hand and turned to her friend Rena and excitedly, but very grown up said, "It's my
Mom!"