Tuesday, December 30, 2008

In (con)text . . .

An 11-year old with a phone with unlimited text capabilities is a mind-numbing, if not amusing, thing.

Today I got the standard barrage of texts, since he's on break. Can I go to E's house? Can I sleep over? Etc., etc.

At one point, the text exchange disintegrated as follows . . .

Son #1: LOL
Mom #1: ROFL PMP (peeing my pants . . . we made that up together)
Son #1: Stop PYP and do UR work

I'm being chastised in text.

In all fairness, . . . he started it.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife

1 comment:

Instant Tragedy said...



Enjoy them while they are young.

I keep telling that to myself.