The cart of glory

I couldn't find my phone anywhere.

I looked and I looked.

I searched.  Everywhere I could think of.

I finally asked Jonathan to call it.

It rang in the boys' room.

From the middle of the grocery cart.

Connor had obviously grabbed it and gone shopping.

(Phone removed, only spoon left)

That's a third-generation cart.  Savta had originally bought it for Xander in Israel, when we came to visit her when he was 18 months old.  We brought it back in the suitcase, and each boy has loved it in his turn.  Talk about a great gift!