Henry is a chatter. You would think both his parents are brokers (NOT) the way he naturally picks up any phone-shaped object, slaps it to his ear and shouts, like he’s at the bottom of a well, “Hellllllloooooooo!”
He walks around talking animatedly, rapid-fire, on his toy phone, pausing only long enough to switch ears, pace in the other direction and take a SELL order.
Now there will be no living with him: our friend Steven has introduced him to the iPhone.
So while Will wants a bulldozer for his next “birfday,” I’m pretty sure Henry will be only be satisfied with his own amazing touch-screen device.
2.0, of course.