I guess this is how it starts
Robert has been getting phone calls from his friends at school (and elsewhere) almost every day. The majority of them are coming from his school chum Joey, who shares his interest in video and computer games, but his friends Emma and Savannah have also called.
Anyway, it's gone from amusing to irritating to infuriating to pick up the phone, see who it is, answer it, and then hand it off to Robert. So I gave him his own phone. Fortunately, a line already had been run to his room -- an extension from the main line that serves the rest of the house -- so all I had to do was put a phone there. Which I did. I gave him my old phone from my office.
So now he can check the caller ID, and he'll be responsible for talking with his friends. And I can stop having to get up every time the damn phone rings.