I was sitting on the couch, folding laundry, being a good husband 
when my cell phone starts vibrating, vibrating NOT ringing. I start pulling it out of my belt clip to answer it, immediately thinking that something was broken at work. Before I get a chance to look at the caller id, Parker comes running down the stairs shouting at me to answer my phone. My first thought was, “How did you know my phone was ringing?”.
Flashback 1 month:
I decided that my kids should know our phone number. But which number should I teach them? I decided that the number that had the best chance of getting answered and for us to keep for quite a while was my cell phone. So I spend a few days quizzing them on it until they have it memorized.
Flashback to yesterday:
I look at my phone for caller id and on the display is: “Home”. “What, home is calling me?”; I think to myself. Then I look at Parker’s mischievous face and put 1 and 1 together. I wonder up to the upstairs phone, which I find lying on my desk, waiting for me to answer. I hung up that phone and chased Parker throughout the house to tickle him till he learns his lesson.
We’ll see if he did or not.