I was roaming all over the house looking for my phone. Cause, you know, I had pictures on it that I was going to use for about 5 articles.

I was muttering “where is my phone?”

Pone. Zack, the two year old very near death (because I’m about to want to kick his ass), says and hands me my dripping wet phone.

I figure, I’ll be calm what’s done is done, he’s just a baby.

Maybe it will dry out, I think. I take the battery out and leave my broken phone on the counter.

Two seconds later I walk outside and there he …read more