Hamster on the phone

Children are smart.  They have the uncanny ability to pick the absolute worst time to pitch a fit, spill a gallon of OJ or fall off something.  A kind of telepathy, perhaps?  Or do they just wait for you to be on the phone before they start the inevitable chain reaction that ends in doom (for them or you ...)

So while I'm on the phone to a rare potential client ... sounding all professional and business-like (ie. there are no children for MILES around)  ... my daughter appears, hamster in hand stating (several times) "take a photo of my hamster" in an increasingly loud voice.  

If you discover your child's off switch ... can you let me know?