Sam found an old cell phone of mine and was playing with it on his bed the other day. He actually got it turned on and was messing around with the menus. He looked so into what he was doing, I asked what he was up to.
"Just textin', mom," he said.
"What? Textin'? Where did you learn about that?" I laughed.
"You know, on tv, and just, well everyone is doing it."
"Well, don't get too excited. It's going to be quite a while until you get a phone of your own," I preemptively warned him. That and he has to learn how to read and spell and such.
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