I was at the playground with the kids the other day, and it had one of those talk tube things:
Tiny Pants instructed me to go to one of the receivers so he could "call" me. Here is a transcript of the call:
TINY: What century are you in?
MAMA: Ummm, the 18th century! What century are you in?
(Sniff, my boy is so smart, he knows what centuries are and is pretending we are communicating over a time warp continuum! What a great imagination!)
TINY: I'm in Europe!