Yesterday my baby monitor went missing. I had it for Zooey’s morning nap, but damned if I could find it anywhere. It wasn’t where I’d left it on the desk. It wasn’t on the floor, under the couch, in the armchair, on the windowsill. Nowhere.

I finally got so desperate I checked the flip up seat of this little scooter Zooey got for her birthday.


Someone has a secret hiding place. I’m half-tempted to leave the monitor there so she doesn’t know she’s been found out.