Savannah awoke in a pleasant mood today. Yet, before long, she remembered her "broken phone" and became very upset.
While I was in the shower, she opened the door and whined a few choruses, barely audible through the water stream. I hollered out, "Go look on your bed for your phone." (Since she needed to make her bed.)
A few minutes later, I stepped out of the shower, looked down, and saw the "broken phone" lodged between the step stool and the bathtub. I dried off and called her in to move the step stool.... A chorus of angels sang "Hallelujah!" as she retrieved her treasure!
Life is good, once again!