Why am I Posting Pictures of My Phone?

Once upon a time, there was a phone. It lived in our house and served us loyally. Besides for making phone calls, it stored our incoming phone numbers with dedication. And we were all happy.

But one day... (which happened to be today) ...things changed. {cue foreboding music}

This little sweetie,

this innocent toddler who sits innocently in her innocent little rainbow jacket (with a unicorn on the back. Is that not the epitome of innocence?) loves to play with the phone.

And with one swift stroke of her slender fingers (I wish I could say "pudgy fingers") she innocently erased

every....................................................................................................
single..............................................................................
phone .......................................................
number............................
from
.....................our
..........................................caller
............................................................ID
..................................................................................history.

Oh yes, she did. See?

And although I do have most of the phone numbers written down elsewhere, there were several that were only stored in the phone. So if I used to call you sometimes and suddenly stopped, don't take it personally. You can call me yourself and revive my poor phone's number file.

(I seem to have luck, eh? First the cell phone, and now this.)
(Oh, and the first phone call I got on my new blank slate of a phone was... a telemarketer! Gah!)