The mometer?

Peach is not well and is actually at the doctor as we speak. Yesterday she was beyond cranky, the poor thing. When she woke up from a nap and I thought she felt warm. I asked Nathan to get me thermometer which he'd had probably an hour or so prior. He looked around and said he didn't see it. Then he walked out of the room and came back with this.

Me: What are you doing? (half angry)
Natey: You said you wanted this.
Me: What?
Natey: It's the mometer. You said you wanted it.
(Pictured above - a baby monitor)