And it starts.

 

While cleaning up the kitchen last night, K came in to “help” mama with the dishwasher.  He dropped J’s phone in the silverware bin.  I saw it happen and verbally corrected him, but did not physically remove the phone.  Back to scrubbing a pan.  Fast-forward a few minutes and I’ve forgotten all about the phone…but not about the dirty dishes.  So I close the front, and start ‘er up!

 

Fast forward 10 more minutes to when J asks me where his phone is.  *stomach drop*  I know exactly where it is.

 

In the rinse cycle.

 

Sparkling clean!

 

But no longer functional. 

 

Today we dish wash cell phones. 

 

Tomorrow we flush toys down the toilet. 

 

Me and my boy.

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