It was bedtime and the house was finally settling down for the night.
Most of the kids were in bed, and Chance had just put his implants away and was walking down the hall to his bedroom.
Chance's dad and I had a movie cued up and were just getting ready to settle in for some relaxation when we heard it.
A phone, somewhere in the house had suddenly gone off the hook.
We have five headsets and they are flat like remotes so they easily slide under things or inbetween coushions and get misplaced.
We set out to find the offending phone wondering all the while why in the world a phone was suddenly going off in our moment of peace and quiet.
Thankfully it was quiet or we might never have found the phone.
Chance's dad and I searched our chairs, standing up and doing that little swivel dance you do when you are looking for an item that could possibly be laying where you were just sitting.
No, it was not in the nooks and crannies of our chairs, it was down the hall somewhere.
Why? Did one of our children suddenly get the urge to call someone at 11:00?
Chance's dad wandered around and found the phone laying on the floor in the middle of the hall. Isn't that where everyone keeps their phone?
Chance had passed the phone, flipped it on by bumping it, and then continued on his way in his quiet, restful, minus implants world.
Obviously, Chance gets to dictate when his quiet time begins at night. That is quite a skill.
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