Cell Phone Bandit

I know it's been a while since I posted, but Owen hasn't done anything blog worthy.  Well, not anything that I could post anyway.  But, today is his lucky day.

Every morning, before school, the kids call me and the conversation goes like this:

Me: I miss you
Kid (doesn't matter which one): I miss you
Me: I love you
Kid: I love you
Me: I hope you have a good day at school today.
Kid: What are we having for dinner?

Without fail.  That is the conversation regardless of which delightful child I am speaking to.  This morning, I spoke to Vance and Elsa and Owen was to call me back after he finished breakfast.  Now, Owen has an issue with normal calling vs. Facetime calling.  He gets confused.  Or, maybe he doesn't get confused and he just thinks it's cool to see the person he's talking to.  Remember the video phone?  Why didn't that take off???  Anyway, Owen Facetimed me five or six times before finally calling me normally.  I spoke to him (reference the above conversation) and all was good.  Sort of.  I mean, he did tell me a few times he didn't feel well because he either a. wanted medicine or b. didn't want to go to school.  But, regardless, we spoke and I carried on my merry way.

At around 8:04am, I received an Owen text from Peter's phone (Vfsfvtcvfzgvvzfcbgggg).  I was a bit surprised because the kids are normally on the bus at that point, but I figured the bus was late.  Around 8:13 am, I get a Facetime call from Peter, which annoyed me because he should see it is Facetime and hang up and call again.  I ignored the call and tried calling back.  He didn't answer.  At 8:15 am, I get another call from Peter, not Facetime, and I answer.  Peter has the radio up too loud or something because he can't hear me.  Wait a second ... what do I hear in the background ... that's not the radio ... that sounds like a bunch of children ...

Light bulb

I call Owen back and he answers me this time.

Me: Owen, why do you have Dad's phone?
Owen: I don't know
Me: Owen, you can't have Dad's phone at school
Owen: Okay
Me: Will you please take Dad's phone to the principal's office?
Owen: I love you.  Bye, Momma.

I immediately call the school and explain that Owen "accidentally" took his Dad's phone to school and I told him to bring it to the office, but I wasn't sure he would.  Then, my dear, sweet Owen did the right thing and walked into the Principal's Office with his contraband.  They assured me they'd keep the phone safe and I asked them to send it home with Vance at the end of the day.  What?  You think because Owen did the right thing by bringing the phone to the Principal's Office that I trust him to take it home without dialing any 1-900 horoscope hotlines?  I don't think so.