Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. (Robert Brault)
My younger son, Steve, calls Wednesday evening with an unexpected proposal. “If you can collect all your portable phones, right now, I’ll give you two-hundred dollars.”
It doesn’t take me long to figure out the search would be useless. “Ah, you’ve got one of them, right?”
“In Ella’s diaper bag.”
Now I don’t believe in false accusation, but since our little one thinks a phone belongs in the precious treasure category, circumstantial evidence is present. Fortunately, the loss causes no real harm.
“I need to go into your part of town tomorrow anyway and drop off Grandpa’s laundry. I’ll get it then.”
After a re-charge the phone should be just fine. I am grateful for the gift of communication—and for the fact that Steve’s call comes before I searched under the bed, between couch cushions, among scattered toys, finding nothing but frustration.
Instead I find a laugh, as well as the opportunity to celebrate the day again as I look through the kids’ fresh art work, the books they enjoyed, and remember the simple moments that don’t seem like much on the surface, but are part of our common history.
However, in the future I may need to check the diaper bag for contraband.
terrypetersen 
I laughed out loud upon your discovery of the diaper bag contraband. There’s never a dull moment when children are around
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This is true, Catherine. And I wonder what our little one would have thought if she had tried to press the buttons at her house and discovered no fun numbers, no accidental call to Japan–well, maybe that’s a good thing.
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