A little spit up goes a long way

Yesterday it seemed was Lilly's day of spit up. Spit up on herself, check.

Spit up on me, check (both shirt and pants).

Spit up on toys, check.

Spit up on her blankie (replica 1), check.

Spit up in my purse, getting all over my wallet (spit up on receipts, gross) and most importantly, in and on my phone.

That's where this post is going. Her spit up, which I think was the remnants of the sweet potato and green bean oatmeal lunch, has damaged my cell phone. I can take pictures. I can text. I can even dial out. But cannot hear incoming our outgoing calls, even though I can dial out. So a trip to the Verizon store is needed. I knew water to the phone could ruin it, but spit up? Come on. I was trying to clean my phone last night, had a Q-tip, and was cleaning the different holes on the phone and scooping out spit up. I showed Mark. It was pretty gross. But as Mark said, maybe an iPhone is the result to come out of it? We'll see the diagnostic from the store. I can only imagine their surprise when the service tech opens the phone to see an orange coat over the chips. I can only hope its not the grossest thing he's seen on a phone.