When I was in high school, I spent hours on the phone at a time talking to friends. In fact, I routinely wore out the battery on the cordless phone. Since we only had one phone line, phone access was a constant source of friction between me and my parents. In retrospect they were amazingly patient!
Later, taking as many as sixty calls all day and night taught me to hate the phone, but my attitude towards the phone has been softening since it is one of Elizabeth's favourite "toys".
Like most small children, Elizabeth's especially good at begging to make a phone call, chattering all the way until the other end actually answers. At which point she'll often stop talking altogether. If she does feel like talking, she'll chatter away despite her listeners understanding less than one word in twenty. When she's done, she hangs up very abruptly. Together we make a lot of phone calls, both imaginary and real.