A couple of months ago, my wife got a new cell phone.
I don't quite know what to believe, even to this day, but I have to trust that what she saw was real. So I'm telling you now.
After a long day of shopping, cleaning, generally managing the engines of our household like a boss, the day was over. She placed the phone on the desk in her office, and she made her way to the living room to watch something on TV.
At some point, our youngest son approached her at the end of the couch and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed, running into her office to grab the phone, and then to his room to play with his new borrowed toy.
At around 11:20 pm, far later than we usually stay up, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck him into bed and call it a night.