Cell Phone

Ok, so yesterday I went all day with out my phone ringing once. I didn't think much of it until around two in the afternoon, at which time I decided it was time to see if I had just been deaf all day, or if no one actually called me. I searched my house with no luck. I tried dialing the number with Dan's cell and went directly to the voicemail. I was going insane trying to find it, to the point that I cleaned the ENTIRE house, under couches and all. (I did find a few other interesting things I won't mention here.) Finally, I gave up the search for a bit and went into my kitchen to start dinner. I was making pancakes and needed my big frying pan. It was in the dishwasher, stacked neatly next to, you guessed it..... my cell phone. It had gone through the pots and pans cycle and baked dry with the heated dry option. My little Owen was definitely the one responsible, I had no doubt, so I called his name and when he didn't respond I went looking for him. I found him playing in the potty with an entire roll of toilet paper and Logan's toothbrush. Although a picture would make this story even better, I decided I shouldn't encourage him, or the germs he was splashing around in. Oh, little boy!