Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A True Story
Yesterday, the boys and I were hanging out in my room, while I was trying to put my shoes on.
At one point, a crazy kid turned on the TV in my room.
While being distracted by my phone being broken, I said, "TURN OFF THE TV!" I turned off my phone in an attempt to fix my phone. At the exact moment I turned off my phone, the TV turned off.
I figured someone had actually been obedient.
"Okay, everyone out! Get your shoes on your feet!" Little boys complied.
I turned my phone back on.
At the EXACT MOMENT my phone came on, the TV turned on again.
Somehow, I don't know how, my phone had become a REMOTE CONTROL FOR MY TELEVISION.
I couldn't in any way shape or form explain how such a miracle had occurred. Basically, my phone was magic.
I climbed off my bed, staring in wonder at my little mildly intelligent smart phone that now seemed to be capable of everything, ANYTHING. I looked out of my doorway, and there was Spencer.
Spencer, holding the tv remote smiling like a mad man.
Yeah. My phone isn't brilliant or magic.
And Spencer is a goober.