Big G loves my phone. Not as much as I do, as he has not discovered the magical world of Twitter, but still. He’s discovered the magical world of Angry Birds, and that’s good enough for him.
A little background information about…well, backgrounds. I don’t do pictures of my kids as wallpaper on my phone. Obviously this is because I’m a lousy mother. Actually, here’s the truth: my children are incapable of being cute in the same picture. It’s true. Plus I have a crippling fear that each kid will grow up thinking the other is the favorite, and having a photo of his brother as the wallpaper on my phone will reinforce that belief. (I know, I know. They’re going to think that no matter what. Just let me live in my happy place for a while, okay?)
Anyway, the point of all this is that I find random, generic pictures or patterns for my background. When I first got my phone, I had this nifty colored background that I couldn’t find again after Big G bit my phone and killed it. Ahem. So I replaced it with this one:
Time passed, and spring came. I felt whimsical. I tried a floral theme:
Then I discovered Angry Birds, and Big G discovered Angry Birds. I did not realize Big G had discovered other features on my phone until the day he handed it to me with this wallpaper:
I can’t say I’m a tiger wallpaper kind of gal, even though it was my high school mascot. (Perhaps I should say especially since it was my high school mascot?) I set it back to the colorful swirls and went about my life.
Since the initial episode, I’ve reset my wallpaper at least a dozen times. Here are some of Big G’s random choices:
His most recent offense, however, has about sent me over the edge. Behold:
In retaliation, I’ve replaced it with this:
Because if you don’t like staring at a Chihuly all day, you’re just dead inside. (I’m totally adding that to my list of things that sound dirty but aren’t.)
And yes, when Big G saw what I’d done, he had a fit. “Change it back! I want the fireworks! Why did you switch it? I like the fireworks!”
Sometimes mom gets to put her foot down and say, “Hey, it’s my phone. I get to pick the wallpaper.” (Neener, neener!)