RIP

My pink razor phone that I just about died for a couple of years ago is officially and totally d-e-a-d.

The culprit:

That's right, none other than my sweet baby girl herself.

Logan got ahold of my phone about a week ago and drooled a massive amount of water onto it causing it to short out. It was a sad day when my pink phone died. Did I mention it was pink and that was my favorite part about it? Sigh. It's a good thing I was up for an upgrade or I may have been more upset and not found this quite as humorous as I do.
So, miss Logan now has a cell phone of her own and has not even SEEN my new phone so as to protect it from her and her weapons. For now she's perfectly content thinking that she's got my connection to the outside world in her mouth, and I'm ok with her thinking that. Maybe she doesn't need a Christmas present after all? :)