by Sarah Albrecht
The other day I stood at the end of the boys’ shoe aisle at Target.
“I need to call Melody,” I told my ten-year-old son, thinking his teenage sister was still by the video games with his twelve-year-old brother. “I need to have her ask your brother if he has old dress shoes that will fit you. Then I’ll know if we need to get you new ones.” I pulled out my cell phone.
"I’m right here, Mom,” my daughter said, poking her head out of the women’s shoe aisle.
"Oh. Heh, heh,” I said, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
Then there was the day a few weeks ago when I arrived at the library to pick up my son. My phone rang as I moved briskly along the walk outside the building.
“Mom, you can come get me,” my son said when I answered.
"I’m out front.”
“So am I.”
I looked up and saw my son sitting about twenty feet away at the same time he saw me.
"Oh. Heh, heh,” we both said, slipping our phones back into our pockets.
"When I called you I heard your phone ring and thought, ‘That sounds like Mom’s phone,’” he told me later. “But I didn’t think it was really you.”
How about you? Have any silly cell phone stories?