Caught Red-handed!

Advance apologies for image quality...

Stage setting - Grant residence. Debbie - upstairs folding ironing and putting things away. Henry - in room, door shut, ostensibly building with K'Nex. Noah - downstairs playing with a noisy fire-engine. Bob - downstairs, moving stuff around.

Bob <yelling over the fire-engine wail>: HENRY? HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE?
H <sounding muffled>: No Daddy.

<Sounds of Bob cursing Noah for posting his phone somewhere>

Bob: Darling...have YOU seen my phone?
Me: Nope...have you looked in Noah's wooden letterbox thingy?
Bob: Yes.
Me <thinking>: In the Tumble drier?
Bob: Yes.
Me: In the pots and pans drawer?
Bob: YES! It isn't in any of his normal hidey holes.

<cue more banging, thumping and cursing downstairs>

Me <maternal radar kicking in>: Henry?

No reply.

Me: HENRY?

No reply

Me <sneaking into H's room with my camera, spotting a suspicious lump under the duvet and hearing equally suspicious electronic squawks and beeps>: Henry?

Still no reply.

Me <lifting the corner of the duvet>: GOTCHA!!!!

He was playing angry birds!