Oliver has duty tonight. He normally gives us a call in the evening, when things are quiet on the boat. He called a few minutes ago, and Wyatt took a turn talking. After I hung up the phone, he looked up at me, and I could see a light go off in his head. "Mama!" he exclaimed, "Daddy called from the submarine!" He sounded so excited; I don't think it's ever occurred to him before that that was possible.