Chris's Phone

I was at work the other day when I missed a call from Sam's school.  The kids have both had horrible colds for the past few weeks, so I figured he'd developed a fever.  I called back and got the school secretary on the phone.
"Good morning," she said, "we wanted to let you know that we have Christopher's phone."
"Excuse me?" I said.
"We have Christopher's phone."  I figured Chris had left it when he dropped Sam off that morning.  She continued, "Samuel had his father's phone."
Oh.
"Oh.  Really?  He did?"
"Yes, we have it here now in case your husband is looking for it."  Which of course he was.  I called Chris's office and got his office manager.  When I asked for him, she said he wasn't in the office because he was busy looking for his phone.  She said he was in a horrible mood and retracing his travels that day to find it.
"Well," I interrupted, "I happen to know where it is.  Sam has it."
She didn't stop laughing for about a minute.

When I hung up I noticed that I had a missed FaceTime call from Chris's iPhone from a couple of hours earlier.  So Sam not only had the phone, but had tried to FaceTime me.

Chris and I met at the school, as we weren't able to communicate about who was doing pick up.  I made him retrieve the phone from Sam's teacher, who didn't seem thrilled as she apparently had heard it vibrating multiple times, but couldn't locate it.  They had found it in Sam's nap bag at nap time.  It's still not clear how it got in there.  I did clarify with Sam that the FaceTime call had been from Sam and his Spanish teacher, who seemed amused that the phone was there.

A few years ago, I had to stop several of my fifth grade students from texting and Facebooking in the bathroom during math class.  I had to call their parents and explain what was going on and that I was going to have to confiscate their phones if it happened again.  Now I was getting calls from my three year old's school.  Karma?