Whodunit?

I’d spent one whole morning searching high and low for both of our cordless handsets.  I’d tried calling the home number, but to no avail, because I guess both handsets were out of juice.

Guess who was the culprit?

We eventually found one of the handsets in Zoë’s purse.  The other one we found later on inside one of the cabinets.  When interrogated, her only defense was “I wanted to be like Sharpay (of High School Musical).  She has a phone in her bag.  The cabinet was my pretend locker.”

Oh, Zoë, Zoë, Zoë.