Thursday, January 12, 2012
We have a subscription to a possible pornographic web site. Let me explain how it happened.
This morning, Nathaniel was playing in his room as Michelle put our younger son, Isaiah, down for his morning snooze. When she entered Nathaniel's room, she noticed he had her phone. She asked why.
"Lamby has an owie on her bottom," Nathaniel said, pointing to the stuffed sheep's underside (stomach), which had been stained with some kind of liquid.
Michelle inspected the stain and asked again, "But why do you have my phone?"
Nathaniel answered, "I had to get it to call Doctor Tina," referring to our pediatrician, Christina Dierolf. "But she wasn't home," he added, still clutching Michelle's cell phone.
The phone suddenly beeped, indicating an incoming text. Michelle took a look.
The message read: "Thank you for subscribing to Sprint's 'Babes Unlimited.'"
Frantically, Michelle sought to figure out what had happened, and, instead, navigated her way to the site's first offering, a picture of a provocatively posed woman.
I swear I did not put Nathaniel up to this.
Michelle called me in a panic, asking me to call Sprint and cancel the subscription. I've got to say I was a little stunned when she told me we had just begun a subscription to scantily (if at all) clad women.
Sheepishly, I made the call. You bet I made great pains to blame it on our three-year-old son.
Let's hope this is not a pattern!
Posted by Richard Lewis at 9:59 PM