The other day, on the drive in to work, I thought I lost my phone. I could clearly see myself tossing it into my purse before leaving the house, but it was nowhere in my purse, on the floor of the car, anywhere.
Mr. A and I immediately began to discuss what could have happened and, since we were only a few minutes away, whether or not we should turn around to find it. We had PunchlinePatty in the car with us. We sometimes forget that she listens to our conversations.
Awesomeness: I know I put it in my purse, it was one of the last things I did before I left the house.
Mr. A: Are you sure you didn't tip your purse over at some point?
Awesomeness: Yes. Right after I put my phone away, we left. I didn't have time to negligently toss my purse around. (I don't like to be accused of dumbassery.)
Mr. A: Okay, are you sure that the kids didn't get into your purse?
Awesomeness: They didn't have time. I grabbed my purse, grabbed my phone, tossed it in, then we left.
Mr. A: Are you sure it didn't fall out into the driveway somewhere?
Awesomeness: I sure hope not. If it fell into the driveway, we should go back and get it. If it wasn't crushed by a tire...
PunchlinePatty: Crushed by a tiger? Your phone was crushed by a tiger?!!
She spent the next 10 minutes asking us why a tiger was in our driveway. Was it a big tiger, with big teeth? Why did it crush Mama's phone?
It distracted me from the distress of potentially losing or running over my phone long enough that I remembered what happened to it.
I tossed it in my purse, but then remembered that the pants I was wearing that morning had pockets. It was in my pocket the whole time.