Friday night, my wife and I went out to dinner. We dined at a private club. One of the very good things about dining at a private club is also one of the very bad things about dining at a private club: the cocktails are poured with a generous hand. I ordered a Maker's Mark and soda. Out came a glass filled about 85% to the top with bourbon and a small bottle of soda on the side. I drank it, more fool, I. I ended up with that over served feeling and somehow, somewhere in my house that night, contrived to mislay my cell phone.
Saturday evening comes, and I am still looking for it. The Girl Child comes in and asks me what I'm doing. I tell her that I'm looking for my cell phone and this is what she says:
Perhaps I can help?Me: [Completely taken aback by having the not yet four year old girl child use the word "perhaps" in a sentence] That would be great.
GC: [Steps into the middle of my bedroom, peers around for about five seconds and calls out in a loud and determined voice] Ok! Where the HECK is that phone!?!
I did eventually find it. Just in case you were wondering.
Posted by Random Penseur at January 10, 2005 07:43 AMI want one!
Perhaps. Maybe. Well not really at 6am on Sunday mornings. Just yet.
Posted by: Mia at January 10, 2005 09:35 AMlol...
glad you had a good time.
and she never ceases to amaze us all.
(still giggling)
The child has truckloads of patience!!!
Lovely story, Random!
Posted by: Mick at January 10, 2005 03:08 PMHa, ha, ha!! Great story, Penseur.
Posted by: Jester at January 10, 2005 09:35 PMI'm surprised she didn't suggest you call the cell to find it. :)
Posted by: Margi at January 11, 2005 02:10 AM