Improv

And then Aimee, eight years old, found a smallish cucumber which happened to resemble the size and shape of a telephone. She picked it up and started carrying on a one-sided conversation. Every once in a while it would "ring" and she would chat some more. The next day, she put it in her backpack to take to school, provided me with a slip of paper with her cucumber number on it, and told me she would be checking her messages at recess, if I needed to call her. In the morning, she woke up, and the first thing she said was, "Oh, man. I need to check my cucmber. I bet there'll be ten messages on it!"

I'm thinking of signing her up for some improv classes.