The 1st cellular

Ella turned 8. A small baby faced girl, which can get almost anything just by talking. On the rare cases someone is showing resistance, a good stare from those blue eyes can do miracles.
For her 8th year birthday we decided she will finally get a cell phone. The requirements are rather basic, it must work, and allow us to have enough control in order to perform our parental duties. I have to admit, the phone helps us too. We can let her wonder around a bit more freely.
The phone (pink because I found a pink version) arrived a few days before the line. During the waiting time we learned that living on a volcano is safer than living with one. Ella can nag like a swarm of mosquitoes during the sunset. Plus she does it with style.
On the day everything was ready we had to deal with a blonde hair and blue eyes hurricane. Luckily we're in the middle of renovation, otherwise it could be a good start. She managed to get the phone number of some friends and family, later I've found she has numbers I don't have. If only we could force her to write the names without spelling mistakes.