Mike has class Monday evenings this semester and before he left that evening Colin was walking around with various cell phones. I decided, for the first time, to just turn mine off and avoid any unnecessary calls to numbers in the phone book or, my worst fear, 9-1-1.
We cleaned up dinner while Colin was doing his typical evening strolls around the house, still holding the-now turned off-cell phone.
Mike went to class. Colin and I hung around for the rest of the evening, jumped in the bath, read some books and got ready for bed. We said goodnight, Colin went to sleep. A pretty normal evening.
I then went to locate the phones that Colin was playing with during the evening and could not find the one I had turned off. I searched for about an hour, unloading toy baskets, looking under the dust beneath our furniture-I pretty much turned the house upside down. I was trying to imagine where a little guy would put a phone and thought it would have to be somewhere simple-not tucked back in the remote corner of a kitchen cabinet inside of a soup pot, but more like casually dropped beside the tub next to the waste basket when some little piece of trash caught his attention.
When Mike got home I was still searching and definitely frustrated. We looked some more together and I was just about ready to give up picturing us finding it some years later while doing a major cleaning. But I decided to look one more time around our bathroom and I found it-sitting on top of some dirty clothes in our laundry basket. Mike immediately exclaimed, "That's cute!" while I was still grumbling. A few minutes later, though, I had to agree. How cute it was to picture him walking around with the phone and either deciding, this is a good place to put this phone! or dropping it in the basket on accident, unable to retrieve it, but thinking, oh well, I was pretty much done with this one anyway! I would love to know what goes through his head!
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