Phone-free zone

It's been an odd day. I think that one of the kids must have pulled my phone out of the bag yesterday at Grandma's house. At first I thought that it was probably just somewhere around here, and I'd hear it eventually, but we've had no ring tone break the silence all day long. When Dan gets home, we'll call over to my parents' to see if they've seen it, or heard it. T has been a little bit obsessed with phones lately. More often than not, over the weekend, the phone was in his hands. He is getting to that age, and I've told him that if I need him to have a phone next year that it will be a possibility. He swears, however, that he wasn't the one who was using it. It will all work itself out, and until then, we'll just be in this phone-free zone collecting messages on our voice-mail.