It was about 4pm this afternoon. I was working on the computer in the study. My Mom is in her bedroom, arranging holiday gifts and keeping an eye on Will, who is playing quietly and contentedly on the floor. The phone rings.
I answer on the unit in the study. “Hello.?” I wait for an answer.
Then my Mom picks up the phone. “Hello?” she says. I ask, “Mom, did you call?” She says, “No, I thought you did.” We both pause; we definitely hear someone on the other end. I say, “Who’s there?”
No answer. We both pause. Then an idea occurs. I ask, “Mom, where is Will?”
We walk over to Will. He has pulled my purse down from the dresser, emptied it of its contents, and is hard at work re-filling it with toys. In his hand is my cell phone, still “in use,” connected to Mom’s home phone number.
What a monkey!
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