In Which The Four-Year-Old Trips Down Memory Lane
The Four-Year-Old, swinging her feet innocently as she sits in her favorite too-tall-for-me chair:
“Mommyo, remember those old times when you used to take the iPhone into the bathroom with you when you took a shower and water got in it and you had to get a new iPhone?”
Such good times. Almost as good as the time my Macbook Air exceeded its daily ration of hot tea.
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