Can you hear me now??

Cell phones. They are our life line. For most of us anyways. If I happen to leave mine at home, I feel naked and absolutley lost the entire day.

My son. He is my life line. If I don't see get to see him much during the day I feel naked and absolutely lost the entire day.

Put the two together and you have trouble. Trouble in the form of a 3 1/2 year old flushing a cell phone down the toilet. Now, in his defense I will say it wasn't an actual working cell phone but none the less, it was a cell phone. In our toilet. Crammed in the confines of yuckiness.

The plan. To extract the electronic device ourselves (meaning my husband will do it while I keep our 3 y/o far, far away) to avoid a potentially detrimental plumbing bill.

This post. Dramatic? Yes. Necessary? Yes.

I found myself almost smiling after the whole "WHERE is the phone???" shock wore off for this reason. I feel as parents we have to go through these rites of passage. This is one example among a long bumpy road of something stuck in someones nose, call the poison control, the toilet is clogged with little Annies doll kind of situations. Situations I welcome because I know someday we will get the joy of laughing about them with our children as our parents do with us now. While the thought of ripping out our entire toilet (again, my husband will be doing the ripping), actually having to find the cell phone in the nasty abyss that is our toilet (I do clean it so no harm there) and then putting it all back together again does not  amuse me in the least, I know someday it will. Which makes me happy.

Side note: this is also the same precious little boy who thanked God the other night for "candy, M & M's, and Cheese It's". Those moments FAR out weigh the 'stuck in the toilet' moments. Amen.

Love,
The Mrs.