Grandma's Boy

Em and I can't find the house phone anywhere since we left for Boston a week and a half ago (and have since returned). Every day since then my mom, who lives in Arizona and is a worrywart, asks if we've found it.

AND SCENE (via iChat)

Mom: Afternoon, find the phone yet?
Me: NO! I think Seamus ate it.
Mom: Well, good news, I think not, or you would be able to tell.
Me: He would turn a faint shade of green and ring a little whenever someone called?
Mom: Leave my little boy alone, he does not eat EVERYTHING!*

* It is for this reason, and many others, Em professes an undying love for my mom - because she loves Seamus and yells at me.

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