Liam makes his first call

It was a busy week.
We had friends coming over on friday, and were planning a hike on saturday. Katie and I and Liam were trundling around town knocking off errands. We had to pick up a mattress, buy a wok, find some graph paper, get hair cuts, swap the jeep the mechanic had loaned us for our vundi (truck), buy groceries, deliver groceries to friends, pick up other friends, help them buy groceries, and deliver them and their groceries to their house. You know, busy. During all of this Liam is in orbit around us, talking and babbling away. His favorite things are Vundis (vehicles of any sort, preferably moving) and Babu (cell phones, so named because our mechanic's name is Babu, and I speak to him on the cell phone from time to time.) Liam sometimes carries on fake conversations on the cellphone, which we let him handle because it can be locked. These conversations usually go something like:
"Babu."
"BABU!"
"Hellah, Babu"
"BABUUU!"
He probably had 5 or so imaginary conversations with Babu that friday afternoon as we bustled about. It all worked, though. We got our grocieries, our friends' groceries, our other friends and their groceries, the vundi and everything sorted out. The weekend was good, we had an infuriating hike with too little water during which we got lost on a steep hillside in 8 foot tall razor-grass, but found our way out, sliced as we were, and back to the road. At the end of the weekend, my parents called from Vermont to catch up. Turn's out that they recieved an interesting call friday morning, east coast time. They say it went something like this:
"Warings"
"Babu."
"Hello?"
"Hellah, Babu."
"BABUUUU!"