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.
But no longer functional.
Today we dish wash cell phones.
Tomorrow we flush toys down the toilet.
Me and my boy.