Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me...

I'm notorious for letting kids take my phone and play games, during church, at restaurants, wherever really. I had become so accustomed to it, that now I stopped really watching them while they would play on it. Well, sometimes you can't trust a two year old as much as you originally thought. Above is a screenshot from my phone I took after letting Mady play games on my phone. I had her all set up to play the game Canon Cat, but because of her attention span and ability to press a button, the sneaky youngin' crept into my messaging app and decided to send what you see above. Since this incident I have found myself guiding little fingers across the screen of my iPhone. But who can blame me, really? 

Call me cruel, but one of the best parts about being an aunt (or in my case a [not]aunt) is getting to mess with the kids but not having to deal with the consequences. Not that every time you play around with the kids you want them to end up crying but in the case that you do, well...they go home with Mommy & Daddy. You don't have to take care of them full time, and you surely don't have to deal with what these parents dealt with:

Note that these gifts are from Uncle Tim, who is conveniently not around.