“This is Dibs talking,” he said. “Listen to me, recorder. You will catch and hold my voice. I am Dibs talking. I am Dibs. This is me.” He clicked it off, rewound it, and listened to the recording. He snapped it off and grinned at me. “That was my voice,” he said. “I talked and it recorded me. I’ll make a long recording and we’ll keep it forever and ever. This will be just for us.”
