I don't know why he does it and where he got the idea to do it and why he thinks it's funny. But Josiah loves to hide things from me. And luckily, he's never hid my keys, and I was in an emergency and needed to leave. Josiah's never done that. But he loves to find my phone and hide it from me. If I come into his room with my phone and I leave without it, I'll come back in, and you can see he has a little smile on his face, and I'm like, Josiah, where's my phone? He's like, I don't know. I don't know where your phone is. He hid my phone earlier this week, and I asked him where it was, and he's like, I don't know where your phone is. Should we call it? He hid my phone so long that it died. And then I promised you, and I was like, you know what, let me. Maybe it's under the bed. I look under the bed. There's my phone. I come back in. He's like, you found it. I'm like, I thought you didn't hide it. He hides my phone any chance that he gets. It's the worst thing in the world.