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?
Sara
too funny! sad thing is...it reminds me of my texting conversations with Ryan :)
ReplyDeletethat's cracking me up. i read luke's texts periodically...they are just like that. they all typically say "wuzzup" or some variation of that!
ReplyDeletejoy...me TOOOOOO~
ReplyDeleterusty isn't the greatest at "communication" and he's o-l-d!