Today, my iPhone broke. I was vacuuming the floor and the couch, so I moved my phone from on top of the couch to a cushion. After I got done with the couch, I put the vacuum away, and in the space of two minutes or less, my phone cracked. Now, Zoe was asleep in her room, and Jake was staying away from the couch because the vacuum was just there. Plus, he was watching Duck Tales. I came back to the couch to see Jake holding my phone and saying "Broken". Now, I don't know if Jake did it or not, but I just don't think Jake could do this:
I mean, that would take a lot of force to do. There was glass all over our couch. But, there was nothing he could have used anything to break the phone because I just picked up everything. Just an act of God I guess. So we had to go down to Salt Lake City to get a new phone. Unfortunately, this wasn't covered under warranty, so we had to pay for a new phone. I showed the guy pictures of where I found my phone (I left out the part of Jake giving me the phone and saying "broken" to the guy). I don't think he believed me that in that space of time, my phone just exploded. I just don't think Jake did anything to it. And I don't remember hearing any exploding sounds. Oh well, it's done and over with. The good news is, I have a new iPhone. One that isn't scratched. Bad news, we just spent all of Steve's pay check to "repair" my phone. I have really bad luck with phones. This is like my 10th phone in the space of 3 years. Yikes, I know!
This is where the phone was before Jake picked up my phone. He must of seen it explode, or heard it and went to check it out. He is such a good helper and letting us know when things are broken. FYI, after we got home, I put my new phone on the couch, and Jake said "All better" and pointed to the top of the phone where the old phone had exploded from. What a silly boy. I just hope he didn't do it. I guess I'll never know until the day after I die. I'm so going back to today and am going to watch what happened to my stupid phone. Then, I'll go and see who shot JFK!
I mean, that would take a lot of force to do. There was glass all over our couch. But, there was nothing he could have used anything to break the phone because I just picked up everything. Just an act of God I guess. So we had to go down to Salt Lake City to get a new phone. Unfortunately, this wasn't covered under warranty, so we had to pay for a new phone. I showed the guy pictures of where I found my phone (I left out the part of Jake giving me the phone and saying "broken" to the guy). I don't think he believed me that in that space of time, my phone just exploded. I just don't think Jake did anything to it. And I don't remember hearing any exploding sounds. Oh well, it's done and over with. The good news is, I have a new iPhone. One that isn't scratched. Bad news, we just spent all of Steve's pay check to "repair" my phone. I have really bad luck with phones. This is like my 10th phone in the space of 3 years. Yikes, I know! 
This is where the phone was before Jake picked up my phone. He must of seen it explode, or heard it and went to check it out. He is such a good helper and letting us know when things are broken. FYI, after we got home, I put my new phone on the couch, and Jake said "All better" and pointed to the top of the phone where the old phone had exploded from. What a silly boy. I just hope he didn't do it. I guess I'll never know until the day after I die. I'm so going back to today and am going to watch what happened to my stupid phone. Then, I'll go and see who shot JFK!
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