Three years later, at Gray City International Airport, Yolanda Greenwood had just stepped off the plane holding Little Ella when her phone buzzed.
"Mom, your phone!" Little Gabriel called out cheerfully, "Pick it up, hurry!"
"Hold on a second!" Yolanda shook her head helplessly. While searching for the baggage claim, she found her phone and handed it to the little one in her arms.
"Hello?" Little Gabriel held the phone with his little hands and even used his finger to put it on speaker. "Hello? Dad? It's Ella!"
From the other end of the line came a man's deep laughter, clearly teasing the child deliberately. "Who? Who's answering the phone?"
"Silly Dad, it's Ella! It's your little princess, Ella!" Little Ella clung to the phone, giggling excitedly.
"Oh, it's Her Royal Highness, the Princess." The man patiently played along with the little one.
Yolanda finally spotted the baggage claim area and called out towards the phone, "Alright, you two—how childish are you?"