10 PM, M went up to bed and I’m on the pc in the basement, when I here a baby laughing and singing. I figure C has woken, and it sounded like he was having a grand ole time in his room.
Off I go upstairs, ready to do battle, only to find M has unplugged the transmitter part, the baby I hear is not my own. Apparently, my intercom picks up some other intercom on the street, much clearer than it picks up my own in fact.
I didn’t let M know of the intercoms capabilities, he now thinks we have a ghost. Does that make me a bad mom? :)