You know that moment, just as you are doing something, when the sensible part of you says "Bad idea"?
WHY can't I learn to listen to her?
Here you can see, in the dust marks, where I set my brand new phone down on the top of the car when I buckled Anna in.
And here you can see it slide down the back of the car, when I forgot about it, and drove to town..
and continue to slide, but not fall on the dirt road where we could find it,
until it eventually leaps gleefully from the back, to shatter on the road or be run over by a truck.
Does insurance cover that?