My husband and I have a rule: no phones during dinner. Last night, in the middle of our meal, his phone lit up. He glanced at it but kept eating. Five minutes later,
it buzzed repeatedly. This time, he picked it up and shouted, “OH NO! MOM!” He called the police, gave them his mom’s address, and ran out.
An hour later, he called me, sounding exhausted, and explained: his mom had told him on the phone that there had been a burglary.