Several months ago we got rid of the landline house phone and switched to a cell phone for the kids' home use (one way of controlling phone calls for a certain older child who is, more often than not, grounded!). When Braden's birthday rolled around last month, the ONLY thing he wanted, more than life itself, please, please, pretty PLEASE, was his own cell phone. For lack of any better gift ideas, I finally relented and got him his own. This meant that now we all had a cell phone and Savannah got to keep the uncool house phone for herself.
Two weeks ago at work my cell phone rang. I could see it was Savannah's phone, and I said "hello...hello...hello..." but there was never any answer. Then, finally, a click. Then she called on my work line.
Me: "hello... hello...hello?"
I tried calling her, she tried calling me, and then FINALLY, when I'd about given up all hope, she emailed me on my work email.
"Mom, I can hear you but nobody can hear me." Luckily we had just gotten Tom a new phone, so we had his old one as a spare. I walked her through the SIM-card transfer over email and pretty soon she called me. Voila!
So what was wrong with her phone, you may be asking yourself?!
She had dropped it in the toilet. Let me just tell you, in case you were wondering, that never does any electronic gadget any good...
Fast forward two weeks to today. See me, sitting behind my desk at work. Hear the cell phone ring. Hear Savannah gaily telling me about her day.
Savannah: "Hi mom! Guess where I am?!!"
Me: "Uh... home?"
Savannah: "I'm calling from in the swimming pool!" as if that were the coolest thing in the world.
So we then had to revisit toilet-gate and the fact that maybe, just maybe, taking the phone IN the pool probably wasn't the greatest idea...
If anyone has any old T-mobile phones, please save them for me. I have the feeling I'll be needing them...
August 4, 2009