Our cell phone bill has been unusually high lately, due to a certain little 16-month old munchkin who is turning out to be a technology whiz. That, coupled with the last fiasco, has encouraged us to make sure the cell phones are far out of Sophie's reach.
In an effort to deter her need to have one of our phones at all times, I bought her a fancy v-tech cellphone a couple weeks ago. It has buttons that beep and play cool music (she likes playing with the ringtones on my phone), has a screen that shows what she's dialed and talks to her (she's very fascinated by the screen) and it even takes pictures. Well, pretend ones that are already programmed into the thing. But she doesn't care: she hears the shutter sound click and sees a photo on the screen and she's thrilled. This toy has basically saved our lives, not to mention our bank account.
But, while she is happy enough with her cool phone, she still likes to play with the real thing if she can ever get her hands on it. We've made this much harder for her recently, but occasionally she finds it (don't forget she is also descended from chimpanzees and there isn't a piece of furniture in this house that she hasn't climbed).
And, apparently, when she does get a hold of it, she makes the most of it. These pictures were sent to my mother from Joel's phone the other night while I was gone for a few minutes. How did she get the phone when we've taken so many precautions lately, you ask?
Seems Daddy was sleeping on the job.
And Chloe was being her usual silly self.
I'm thinking Sophie will make a pretty darn good photographer someday.
Either that, or she'll be inventing cameras herself. Or cell phones.