Ring, ring.

"S'that Daddy?!"

"Yes, Julian, that just may be him. Should we pick it up and see?"

"Yeah!"

Click.

"H'llo?"

"Might  this be Mr. Julian Lennon?"

"Dad!"

"Hi, Jules!"

"I talked to you! On th' keyboard! Did'ja see?"

"I did! I saw it all!"

"Did Uncle Paul see? An' Uncle Ringo, an' Uncle George?"

"All of them saw, and all of them are impressed!"

"Tha's good."

"And I even called up Uncle Brian and showed him how good your spelling was."

"Oh, John, you didn't --"

"What, Cyn? He's a brilliant little thing. I want to show him off."

"Yay!"

"I've just been pondering over one thing, Jules. How'd you find your way into our chat room?"

"...well..."

"Julian, tell the truth."

"...I did what y' told me to..."

"What do you mean, what he told you to?"

"...Oh. Oh. I know what he means."

"John Lennon, what did you teach our son to do?"

"I may have taught him... how to hack..."

"John!"

"Just the basics, just the basics, Cyn, nothing too harmful."

"That's illegal!"

"You think they're going to arrest a three-year-old?"

"Wha's arrest mean? Go to sleep?"

"Never you mind, sweetheart. Listen, I'm proud of you today, so Daddy's going to have a little treat for you when you get home. How's a few cookies sound?"

"Cookies?!"

"I'm taking that as a yes. I'll be home soon, Jules. I'll see you in a little bit. Hand the phone to Mummy, will you?"

"Okay! Bye, Daddy!"

"Bye, darling boy. Love you."

"If the police show up at our door, I'm pointing them in your direction."

"Sounds like a plan. God, they grow up so fast..."

"Better hurry home, then, before he grows any more."

"I'll be right over. Love you, Cyn."

"Love you, John. See you in a bit."