Yes, today I learned my lesson. Baby drool is apparently incredibly corrosive stuff. I discovered Brianna in her little play area behind the couch, using my cell phone.
“Look, Ma, no hands!”
Yep, she was using it hands free. Of course, not in the way Verizon meant but rather, she had the phone flipped open and the keypad end was in her mouth as she busily played with things that were actually meant to be baby toys. She couldn’t have had that phone in her mouth more than a minute or two (since I like to check on her every few minutes even though she is right behind me, I need to put eyes on her to know she’s safe in her baby safe environment) but in those few, eternally long minutes in the life of the cell phone, she managed to produce enough drool and seep it into the keypad to KILL THE PHONE. Yes, my darling child killed my $200 cell phone. Of course, I hold myself responsible, I know better than to leave it within grabbing reach, but who knew? Who knew that baby drool could be so detrimental.
Verizon repair service cheerfully pronounced my phone dead and said I’d need another if I wanted to keep using my phone number. Uh huh. I’m not ready to give up yet. The phone is buzzing so it’s fighting to live. I’m hoping that baby drool is less harmful in its dried state. Keep your fingers crossed for me!