My life as a wilted wondernanny

Like most young ladies, I have become part of the grand trade that is... babysitting. I've been babysitting since I was twelve. I babysat a little boy that called me his girlfriend when we went to the park, a little girl who was convinced that I was a real princess, a young lady who peed on the floor every time she was mad and a little lad who would jump off stuff just to see if he could fly. I've got plenty of dirt on kids, but the best dirt of all is the stuff that stinks. One hot Phoenix afternoon I was babysitting a little guy and gal. I'd been nannying for them all summer and we were getting along swimmingly. Every once in a while the young boy would pretend to do something silly, he'd never actually cross the line but he'd get dangerously close, like pretending to through his baseball at my car window, smacking my head against the wall, hiding while at a water park or hosing me down instead of the garden. One afternoon he pretended to flush my cell phone down the toilet. We had a couple laughs over the absurdity of this prank and got on with our daily activities (fort making, hide and seek etc.). The younger of the two thought that this prank should be put into action. So as we'd begun our fort building process she yelled a little something from the bathroom. I asked her if she needed help and she said no. When she came back to the fort she said quite coyly, "Miss Jodi I flushed your cell phone down the toilet"... i chuckled and bit and said.. "o no.. what will I do?"... she smiled an evil little smile and said "no i really did it, come look". Remembering that only moments ago I'd heard a flush I immediately raced to the bathroom. She laughed and said "yep I did it". I couldn't believe she'd actually flush a phone down the toilet, so I asked her sternly "where'd you hide it babe?" She just smiled and pointed at the toilet. As a small side note, I was going through a very earnest pink phase (I'm a woman of many phases)in which I was always dressed in pink, I drive a white bug, I've got blond hair and my cell phone WAS pink. Anyways, I peered into the toilet's bowl only to see a little glimmer of pink.. knowing that not many excretions have that beautiful tint, I could do nothing but laugh a bit. Meanwhile the small blond child next to me, still pointing at the toilet, was thinking she was the funniest four year old on the planet. I explained to her that what she did was very wrong, that "you can't just go around flushing things down the toilet" and "Miss Jodi's things are not to be toyed with" ooh and "phones are expensive, so what she did was not funny"(well maybe a little bit). She was put in time out, still thinking what she did was too funny to be disciplined. Later that evening I got a phone call from her mom, she apologized for the loss of goods and explained that my phone was not only broken because it was sitting in yesterdays leftovers, but that it had clogged the toilet and caused a bit of a flood. Not only that but it broke the pipe to which it was flushed. They got new pipes, I got a new phone, all's well that ends well.