One of the problems of being out in the public eye is that you can't control everything. I've been getting phone calls from a weirdo that wants me to send my picture to him. Yeah, right. He called 5 times yesterday. I deleted the calls off my phone in one folder but not another. So this morning, I walk into my little boy's room and he's on the phone with guess who.
I have no idea how long they talked or what about but I just smashed my new phone. And my son thinks I've gone nuts. He doesn't understand what perverts are.
Not a good morning.
