[Ok, to set this story up, I have to explain (and attempt to not be braggy in the process) that Dave is a very handy guy. He can basically fix anything that’s broken. Now, our 2 year old knows this and is very proud of him and confident that he will fix any problem and/or broken thing in her little world.]
Yesterday, I shattered my iPhone screen. It just figures as our contract is up in less than 2 weeks so we were due for new phones anyway! So today, Sara discovered the fact that my phone was broken when she went to move it for some reason and I jumped and said “Don’t touch it honey, it’s broken!”
SK: “Oh no! Your phone is broken? Daddy can fix it. Daddy!!”
She runs to find him.
“Daddy! Mommy’s phone is broken! Come see! You hava fix it. Get your tools, Daddy.”
Dave: “Daddy can’t fix it with his tools, baby. He’ll fix it with his wallet.”