Busy day, hilarious phone call from a grandson, nice brunch with my teen boys, and a call from my youngest that she'd lost her cell phone.
The last surprised both her and me so much that all I could do is smile. Unlike most kids her age, she has never really lost anything before.
Thus I hadn't even bothered to purchase insurance on her phone.
My loss this time.
Frankly, I don't think she would have lost it at all but for the fact she was working as a junior counselor at the SPCA, escorting younger kids to and from the park for lunch, along busy streets and intersections, requiring her to stay focused on their safety.
Somewhere, along the way, holding a child's hand, or making sure they didn't wander out into traffic, or pushing them on a swing, or whatever, her phone slipped away.
It was no doubt picked up by someone. If so, maybe it will still be returned. But by five hours after it disappeared, no sign of it had appeared, so it is probable that a kid or one of the many homeless people who frequent that park ended up with it.
Not to badmouth or imply anything about the homeless or kids, but a free phone might have proved to be a temptation one of them couldn't resist.
One way or another, whatever the phone's fate, it's not a very big deal to any of us. I'll get her a new one tomorrow after camp.
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