I was looking everywhere for this phone. It's small, but no one has used it so I couldn't for the life of me figure out where I put it. I kept calling it and walking around the house listening for a ring, but nothing. Mid search a little voice in my head said, Megan may know where it is. She was eyeing it a few days before and even asked if it was for her. So I called Robyn's (she was at her house) to get some answers, but no one picked up so I went on searching. About the tenth time I called, right when I was ready to give up figuring it was turned off and lost, I suddenly heard the ring on the other end stop and the phone clicked. Someone had picked up the phone.
There was a long pause and then a giggle. It was then that I knew...there is a reason we mothers have instincts.
I said, "Megan is that you?"
I heard, "Megan it's your mom."
Pause
Megan: "Hi, Mom."
Me: "What are you doing?"
Megan: "I'm playing."
Me: "No, what are you doing with the phone?"
Megan: "Oh that, i don't know."
She had packed her bag to spend the night with her cousins and for reasons, still unknown to me, she packed the phone as well. Only Megan would decide that was a good idea. Oh dear. I think we may be in some trouble.
here are just a few photos from the other night...



4 comments:
If Megan likes younger men, she and Henry might make a fascinating pair in the future. Glad you found your phone!
She's funny. I can just imagine how thrilled she was as she sneaked it into her bag.
yes, our "home" phone is "jack's cell phone" - it's given me a glimpse in to the future...
glad to see we are not the only ones who use jenga blocks for creative play! you capture the moments perfectly.
This. Is. Awesome. Mya does the same kinds of things- totally logical to her. Love that last pic!
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