When I got back to my desk, I had a voicemail message from her teacher. The message relayed the following,
"Mae was really sad when you left, but I let her play Sneezies on my iPhone and she perked right up."Two hours later, I received a follow up call:
"Can you stop by at lunch? Mae hid my iPhone and won't tell me where it is."I was able to find the iPhone in her cubby tucked in away with her blanket and doll. I told her that it wasn't nice to take thing and not give them back. Her response, "I was just sharing...like you always say to do." Apparently, her doll wanted to play too.
Touché Mae Mae. Touché.