Today, the phrase "dropped call" got a brand new meaning...
...Johnathan had just finished "making a stinky", and as soon as I smelled the lovely aroma I went to get a new diaper and wipes. Now, Johnathan doesn't like getting his diaper changed, not at all. He wriggles, twists and squirms, and I have to work really hard to keep him still enough to get all the gunk off his little bum. Also, I have on occasion been known to speak a little too loudly to try to keep him from going all over the place---I always feel bad when I do that, and usually end up asking Johnathan to forgive me when we're all done. Anyways, one of the things that works more often than not to keep Johnathan distracted while I'm changing his diaper is playing with my cell phone. He likes to open and close it, push the buttons and listen to the noise the keys make. So, today, before I wrestled him to the floor, I gave him my phone to play with. All was going well until Johnathan decided that the phone just wasn't that interesting anymore, and before I could stop him, he dropped it---right into his very stinky, very mushy dirty diaper! EEWWW! It was so disgusting, and as I plucked it out of the mess I knew that the cell phone playing days during the diaper changes were over. So over! I don't think that my poor phone will ever be the same, and you can bet that I won't hear the phrase *dropped call* without smiling a little from now on! :)
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