<-- That is, um, the television remote.
If only I had switched the camera to "video" fast enough. She was talking on the phone--er, remote--to "Opa," telling him that Ava was sleeping (not true,) that she was being a good girl (debatable,) and that we were having chocolate cake for lunch (over my dead body.)
This is why I harass Tom to call his parents while the girls are awake...she "talks to Opa" all day long. On various play phones, real phones, and now random household electronics.