Why yes, I have been told that I need to get a life. Huh.
My mom and kids are avid texters. And by “avid” I mean that they text regularly. I don’t because of problems I have with my thumbs not being good spellers
and the fact that I feel like texting makes me look like a jerk, like I think I’m
more important than you. Which is kind
of how I feel sometimes when I see people texting.
The following is a conversation I found on my
daughter’s iPod, which has a texting app that allows texting but no phone
capabilities, which is genius because hello? no child’s cell phone bill to pay. I'm all about not spending money on my kids except that which is absolutely necessary.
Anyway, I’m not sure what was going on but my son infiltrated the conversation and made it a little pervy. I thought it was hilarious, evidently because I am now sharing it with you fine people :
Anyway, I’m not sure what was going on but my son infiltrated the conversation and made it a little pervy. I thought it was hilarious, evidently because I am now sharing it with you fine people :
My daughter: Hi Grammy
Grammy: Hi. Come
downstairs and clean up the mess on the table you made
[This was the first clue to me that my mother had nothing to do with this part of the conversation, because
when my mom comes to take care of the kids, she leaves my house a disaster area. Ha ha ha just kidding, Mom. Please come and watch my kids again.]
My daughter: Hi. What
mess I love you
Grammy: Come downstairs and clean up the mess you made
My daughter: What mess
Grammy: In the basement
Grammy [realizing what’s
going on]: That was your brother not me
My daughter: I love you Grammy. [series
of emoticon hearts]
Grammy: I love u too
My daughter: Right I’m a hot dog. Come eat me!!!!!!! I’m a hot dog. I dance
Grammy: A dancing hot dog????
My daughter: I’m so yummy come and eat me!!!! Just a hot dog
Grammy [now weary of the
shenanigans, and likely figuring out exactly how many hours she has left with these
two clowns and pouring herself another glass of wine]: Leave us alone.