Remember that toy phone I wrote about in the last blog? The one that came with the playhouse? The one I said I didn’t know where it was? Well, I found it – or more, it found me.
As I was taking out the garbage, it beeped at me.
Yep, I had to dig in the garbage (past the dirty diapers and old food) because I could not knowingly throw the phone away. Don’t worry, I doused it with Lysol wipes.
If you’re wondering how it even ended up in the trash can, you probably can guess. Nate slipped it in there the other day. I thought I saw/heard him put something in the can – but I wasn’t about to go garbage diving. That was until I realized it was his phone.
The things we do for our sweeties.
Are You Zhazha? 
Well, duh! Where else would it be?