1987

"Whatshat pot for, Charlie?" Ron asked curiously, leaning towards his older brother. Charlie had a pot held close to his face, yelling into it.

"Charlie, pots can't talk," Ron says, rolling his eyes as if it was a ridiculous idea to behold.

"I know pots can't talk," says Charlie, "but it's making an echo. C'mere."

"Ek-o?" Ron asked, struggling to pronounce the word.

"Echo, yeah," says Charlie. He holds the pot close to Ron's face. "Speak into it, Ron."

Ron hollers loudly into the piece of metal. A few seconds later, he grins widely. "It's like other mes are copying me!"

"An echo," Charlie says wisely.