I shall call him mini me...

I have ALWAYS been one to "misplace" things. It's usually keys. I can't tell you how many times I locked my keys in my car in college and my roommates would have to come get me. It's been a really long time since I've done that, but now it's my phone I'm always looking for. I've even gone over to my neighbors house asking her to call my phone. Usually, it's on silent so I have to listen for the subtle buzzing from the vibration. Drives me insane! After looking every place I could imagine, I try to just forget about it but I CAN'T! It's not like I'm ever expecting an important phone call or text message. Although it's quite the disappointment when I eventually find it and all I see is a blank screen staring at me. Someone could have made me feel like it was worth searching for...but no. :) The whole purpose of this post is to say my poor child has inherited one of my not so great qualities. I found this on his shelf in the fridge the other day. Yes, his cell phone in the fridge. Right next to his sippy cups. Oh, so funny.