The moral of the story is . . . .
Don't let your 4-year-old play with your phone in the bathroom.
The story is . . .
It's 3:30 a.m. so I decided to write a blog post about what has been happening in our lives since the last blog post. Luckily, not much has happened because there are no pictures on my phone anymore except for this one.
Molly needed to go to the bathroom tonight and sometimes she's like an old man with her Sports Illustrated and she needs some quality time with something to help her occupy that time. Yes, I know she's a little strange. Usually I'll let her play with our Kindle while she's doing her business. Tonight, I didn't want to go find the Kindle and so she asked for my phone. Other than the potential "spores" in the air, I figured I could give up my phone for a couple of minutes and I obliged to the request.
Apparently she deleted all the pictures on my phone and took this lovely one of the bathtub to replace them. Huh. I'm not really good at backing up the pictures on my phone or moving them to the computer. I guess it's a good thing I still keep up this blog and post most noteworthy pictures here.
The good news is that now I have lots of storage space on my phone.
I guess Molly and I will also have a chat tomorrow about what appropriate things are to do on mom's phone. Deleting all the pictures isn't really one of them.
In other Molly news, she scratched her ear at school last week. When I went to pick her up, she was very concerned/excited to tell me that her ear was bleeding (which it really wasn't). First she pointed to the wrong ear, but when I actually found the scratch, I asked her if she knew what happened. Her response was, "well, I didn't get in a car accident." Thank you for pointing that out.
On Sunday night, Elliott, Wyatt, and Molly were playing good guys and bad guys. At one point Elliott was the cop and Molly and Wyatt ran into the living room with Molly yelling, "We're the robbins," to which Wyatt quickly corrected her, "No Molly, the robbers!"