It seems the things you love most are also the ones that can cause the most pain.  While struggling to get Erik to participate in scripture, my 3 month old ipad flew off my lap onto the cement, shattering the screen.  I've had him for 12 years, and he is talented, helpful, and loveable.  At times.  He is certainly the source of advanced parental training at other times. 


Speaking of training, I got the ipad through continuing education funds, so I hadn't even paid for it directly.  But it is surprisingly useful and precious to me.

The next day, a patient asked me how I was, so I told him my troubles.  He didn't seem impressed when comparing some broken glass to his brother's kidney cancer.  So I stopped telling my 1st world problem and listened to his problems.

I told Erik I loved him anyways.  I told him the story of when I broke some glass (as a 14 year old backing the Malibu wagon through the sliding glass doors).  I thought my parents were wise and appropriate to prepare a way out for me, which included burying the evidence in a hole in the back yard, and working in the cafeteria for several months.  I asked him to make lunches for him and me for the next 2 months, and to fix the problem.

Apple doesn't cover damage under their warranty.  Unless you get the right person at an apple store.  We took it with to an apple store in SLC but didn't get the right person.  They will fix it for $270 (over half the initial price).  A local place will do it for $250.  Or you can mail your baby and just $170 to some unknown, who's address you get from the web.  Or you can read a lot, watch some you tube videos, get tools with cool names like "spudger" and just the right replacement for $54 from amazon, then spend a couple of hours spreading broken glass around the kitchen while narrowly missing tearing up wi-fi connectors, cameras, and sensors.  I think the end result is going to turn out just fine.  And the ipad looks good too.