Sadie is a huge iPhone fan. I have the peanut butter smears and dried milk crust on my screen to prove it. She’s crazy about the thing. She once spent 20 minutes trying to guess my iTunes password so she could download her own apps. When she guessed it correctly, I rewarded her with the Talking Tomcat app. She now resets my password so often that I can never buy any music without consulting her first. StinkButt. DexterBeast, PrincessSadie. The list goes on and on. And most of them are spelled incorrectly which really helps streamline the whole process ;)
He favorite app of all time is called 5-0 Radio. It’s an international police scanner. He favorite feed is Detroit Fire and EMS. Very kid friendly . . . not. She is a bit underwhelmed by it though and thinks it’s sorta “stupid” that it doesn’t have a live video feed with it so you can “watch he cops, too.” Like any love affair, she often gets frustrated with the iPhone and yells out things like “How come this phone doesn’t have night vision?” and “Why can’t it record videos? We need to put a video on YouTube.” She also enjoys texting random people on my text list. So, if you ever receive a text with every word Capitalized. And. With. A. Period. And. A. Few. Spaces. After. Each. Word. Like. This., it’s from her.
Now, I need to give you little backstory before I move on to her favorite iPhone feature. A few months back, Sadie had to have four teeth extracted, four root canals and several fillings, divided between two visits. She was petrified. If you said the word "dentist", she would burst out into tears. On top of that, she is too old to be fully sedated in the office, so she could only get laughing gas and Novocain. Two hours after the first visit, with gobs of gauze in her moth and tears in her eyes, she walked out of the office and got in the car. We asked her if she wanted to go to the toy store for a treat. She mumbled something, rolled her eyes and grabbed my iPhone. She typed furiously then handed the phone back. Here’s a screen grab of her note.
For those of you who can’t read first-grade words phonetically, that’s “I can’t talk.”
Anyway, not to end the story on a sad note, you should know that she decided she loves going to the dentist, couldn’t wait to go back and have the rest of her teeth fixed and now proudly shows off her four silver teeth to any stranger who is willing to peer into her open mouth. This morning she asked if she could go back to the dentist again soon. Must be laughing gas talking.
