Here is a perfect example of why an eleven year old has no business owning a cell phone. My eleven year old, anyways. Brayden left on a charter bus Friday afternoon for a school trip and is on his way home now. A few minutes ago I decided to text him and check on them so I will know when to expect them home. Yes...text. Because isn't it stupid to dial the number and actually talk to someone on a phone when you can take twice as long and type it out? Ahem....here is our conversation. I mean...texting.
Me: Where are you guys?
Brayden: I don't know.
Me: Why don't you ask someone?
Brayden: I did.
Me: You are like talking to a wall.
Brayden: Thank you.
Well...at least we know he is still alive and that is what is important, right?