Now that my son is growing up around me, I remember my own younger days now and then. I vaguely remember people talking about the Dick Tracy wrist communicator. That was science fiction, even fantasy to some.
These days I walk around with that kind of communication power. It's not on my wrist, but it's pretty small and it can be accessed from an earbud connected via radio waves.
Jordan won't have to deal with heavy handsets connected by cords to even heavier phone parts. As you see in the photo, he's quite at home in Daddy's future world, and ready for much, much more.