Our Dear Little Stinker.

"And would you like to add handset protection for your phone?"

The sales rep at our cell phone provider's store asked me this summer as I stood replacing my old phone.

"Nope. No need. Just keep it on my husband's phone, mine's no big deal." I told him with babe on my hip, preschooler going haywire and two school agers trying to convince me why they need cell phones too.

Murphy's Law would have it that of course my phone would be that one that our almost 14 month old daughter would drop into the bottom of the toilet on a Saturday afternoon.

I had only ran downstairs for a moment. But as I came up the stairs and heard her whimpering I knew something was amiss. I thought perhaps she had gotten herself stuck someplace or climbed too far for comfort, but no, it was instead a cell phone left out inadvertantly coinciding with a bathroom door left open and kerplunk.

I know the right reaction is to be upset, annoyed and just plain irritated. And believe me, I am annoyed. Taking a trip to the cell phone store and waiting for my turn, plus the additional expense of a new phone and SIM card isn't terribly appealing to me, it isn't.

But how can you not look at this girl and smile, while all the while wondering, what else have you got in store for us, you dear little stinker?
So in the meantime, my cell phone now sits in a ziploc bag of dry rice. According to my friends on Twitter, this will help dry it out. Either that or they are having a really good laugh at me.

It's just a cell phone, right?