An Agreement

So, dad has this thing about "his" TV remote control...he's not so much into the whole sharing thing. A problem exists because I find every remote, no matter the TV, the most exciting thing to ever exist and try desperately to grab, chew, gnaw, and slobber on everyone I can get my sticky little paws on. So, to solve this bit of a conundrum, dad and I were able to come to a mutually beneficial agreement: I agree not to try to take dad's remote, chew on it if i get it, or scream at him if he takes it away, and he agrees to let me slowly ruin his cell phone chew by chew by chew. Don't tell dad, but I'm actually trying to figure out how to snap off the part of the phone that flips up. Awesome!