My Parents Are Here, Part 1

My Dad rode back with me from the hospital. On the way, I asked if he would grab my cell phone out of my purse, in case Mom (who was following us) got lost. He rummages around in my bag for a minute, then says “Ah! Here it is!”

Pulls out my fold up hairbrush.

I almost got us in an accident, I was laughing so hard.

He stared at it for a minute, puzzled...honestly thinking it was my cell phone.