I keep my phone behind the couch, by the door. It gets plugged in there for charging. Of course when babies invade, it makes a wonderful target. A long, quite exciting snake-like black cord, and when pulled, presents the miscreant with a reward in the form of a nice light show; the dying silent scream of my cell phone hitting the floor.
Well, two days ago the room is eerily still, I knew something to be immediately amiss. And there he was behind the couch with a long black cord running from his lips. I shriek and say "don't put THAT in your mouth!" I immediately pull it out, but its too late. To the delight of my devilish child, the phone charger no longer works.
My phone is dead.
Parenting Lesson #43 : babies & technology don't mix.