I hate getting a new cell phone. I think I'd rather buy a new car than a new cell phone, and if you know me you know that going to a car dealership is my definition of hell. But at least the car salesmen are upfront about their dishonesty. You know they're out to make as much money as they can.

But the cell phone companies? They are all sorts of duplicitous. You need a PhD in finance and/or math to figure out exactly why it's costing you $13,227.92 per month for the family plan with free texting AND the phone is on sale, too! (How is that a sale? And what do people do when the phone isn't on sale?)

But you can't run around forever with the same phone you've had since 1992. It gets a little bit embarrassing. Plus, it eventually stops working right, and you are forced into the T-Mobile store, stomach in knots, fingernails digging into your palms, heart palpitating. Throw in a bored six-year-old and it's a recipe for torture.

That is where I found myself three or four weeks ago: in the cellphone section of hell. During our two-hour-long figure-out-the-cell-phone experience, Kaleb entertained himself by playing with the display cell phones. Once we finally figured out what to do (buy the phone at Costco like I'd originally said; the other hellacious part of this experience is that husbands never learn how to actually listen to their wives), I gathered Kaleb up from where he'd been pushing display-phone buttons.

And then I blinked.

Because every. single. display phone (even the fancy, complicated smart phones) had a photo of Kaleb. As its wallpaper.

But the story doesn't end there. This morning, Kendell's sister sent us a text:

So. Nicole and I are at the mall. We stop in at the T-Mobile store to look at phones, and we find this picture as the wallpaper for one of the phones.

Yep, you guessed it. Kaleb's picture is still on at least one of the display phones.

And I've laughed about it all morning!