“Hand it over, now!”

The toddler looked back at his mom with daring defiance and then dropped her phone into a full bath tub. The phone bobbed at the bottom of that tub for a long while. She had to catch the kid and anyways could the phone get more wet?

The naked little boy had tore past his mother while she registered what had just happened, a true opportunist at work. He had rounded the corner before she herself got up in pursuit. Is she hadn’t been so mad the image of his cut little butt juggling as he fled would have been one she had giggled at and loved.

Exploding through the threshold between the hallway and kitchen she immediately couldn’t find the little troublemaker. Her scanning was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice. “Babe, you aren’t looking for this are you?”

His dad was holding him upside down by one leg in the threshold of back door, almost triumphantly like he was a trophy fish he’d just caught. The little boy knew he was not match for his dad. Accepting defeat he dangled playing dead as if that would get him out of trouble. The absurdity of the situation finally caught up to her and she began to laugh hysterically.

Gathering her composure she gathered the little boy up and called for her husband to tag along, “I’m going to need some reinforcement with this little terrorist. And possibly a new phone…” He bust into laughter, “he got your phone again didn’t he?”