So moms, how did you break your cell phone?
An interesting conversation took place at soccer practice Wednesday night. One mom noticed another’s cracked cell phone and asked, “What happened?”
Mom 1: “I put it on top of the car and forgot about it. I drove off to get the kids to school and it fell.”
Mom 2: “I put mine on the bumper of my car to put a child into a carpool. It fell off and I drove over it.”
Mom 3: “I crunched mine with the trunk of my car when I was in a hurry the last day of school last year.”
By the way, I’m “Mom 3.” Oh, and that was the second phone in less than four months that I had broken. In my defense, the first one broke when the kids dropped it. But I had dropped it two days prior and it was slightly cracked already, I still claim responsibility.
Here’s a theory: Moms, kids and cell phones don’t mix real well. Or at least, mom’s need a titanium cover if they’re going to have one. (And really, what mom doesn’t have a cell phone?)
What did moms do before cell phones? Oh, yea, we probably just juggled three things at a time, instead of four, five or 10.