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:
OMG TISF!
:-)
Enjoy them while they are young.
I keep telling that to myself.
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