An Email

I sent this email to Scott at work today. 

Hey, sweetheart,

I hope you're having a good day, and no case of the Mondays.  =)

We're doing pretty well here....but I do have a predicament.  I'm pretty sure Leah moved my phone somewhere.  It was here on the glass table, and now it's.....not.  I can't find it anywhere.

If you get a second, can you call me?  Maybe if I hear it ring I can find it.  We were going to run some errands, but if I can't find my phone I'm not going anywhere.

Thanks, baby.  Life is getting pretty weird, huh?

Love you!

The email was sent after an hour or so of asking Leah, “Where’d you put Mommy’s phone, sweetheart?  Where’s Mommy’s phone?”  She didn’t answer me…but she did think it was a fun game.

He called me about an hour later, and when he did, the recliner I was sitting in began vibrating and playing music.  The phone was wa-a-a-ay down in there…so much so that I had to remove the back fabric panel to get it out.  All I can figure is that Leah had moved it to the chair and when I sat down, it must have shimmied its way down.

Things are definitely getting interesting.