Less than one week after the microwave incident, my two-year-old struck again. This time he decided to see what happens when you drop your dad's cell phone into his cup of coffee. Turns out it is pretty similar to what happens when you explode the microwave. You get in trouble, and then you get to go out with your parents to buy new stuff!
We went out to get a new phone and I got the crappiest one I could find. To call this phone "basic" would be a complement (its features include "keypad" and "wall charger"). I would like to get a fancy iPhone eventually, but for now I'm hunkering down until my son's war on electronics comes to an end.