I couldn’t find my cell phone last night.
I looked in the living room. Nothing.
I looked in the bedroom. Nothing.
I looked all over before bed. Nothing!
Woke up this morning and continued my search. Finally decided to have Tab call my phone. Thinking that despite my prior search it might be in our room, I walked towards the back of the house.
Suddenly, my son appears looking half awake.
“Dad, your phone was in my room.”
Well, I guess I found my phone and woke Wyatt up in the process.
A Thursday dad FTW moment bought to you by: I should have stayed in bed.