The rule around here is that, if you want a cell phone, you'll need to get a job and pay for it yourself. Otherwise, we have graciously provided a land-line for your convenience. Halfway Between (10 & 20) remains off the hook because he is unemployed, so his friends call the house.
"Yes." I'll answer. Then I'll wait.
'Oh, um, can I speak to him?"
"Well, what's it worth to you?"
"You've gone to the trouble to call him, so surely it must be worth something to you to talk to him. . .how about five bucks?"
"I don't have five dollars. . ."
"Well, that's too bad. I will take a credit card, do you have a credit card?"
"Um, I'll just call back. . ."
"Oh, hang on, he's right here waving some money at me. . .okay, well, nice talking with you. . .whoever you are!"
I've started working with my seven year-old already. "When I make a call, I say, 'Hello, this is Lara. May I please speak to so-and-so?'"
"Mooom, that sounds stupid!"
"No it doesn't, you are telling them who you are, and asking to speak to the person you want to talk to."
"Why can't I just say, 'Hello, is Mady there?'"
Because, dear, you're liable to get a parent like me, who is a stickler for good manners. . .and that's a scary proposition!