I can’t tell you how many times I’m 10 minutes from a meeting, when the frantic text message comes it. “DAD! I FORGOT MY CHROMEBOOK and I NEEEEEEEEEEED IT!!!!!”
Our district bought all the kids Chromebooks, but only wish they paid the extra six bucks for a chain to bolts the thing to the kid. I get the call about once a week, and I’m almost to the point of saying, “Look! Get on your iPhone, call Uber, have them pick up your Chromebook and the Dominos emoji ordered pizza you have to buy because YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH TOO!!!”
You’re over a barrel because without the Chromebook, it hurts their chances of going to college and the odds of them living in your home up to the age of 47 increase dramatically!
So, the other day I get a call from LisaBelle saying, “I forgot my iPhone at home. Call me on my office phone please.” Civilization got along fine for thousands of years without Facetime, but sorry, I gotta be able to get in touch with my better half. We have an automated, intricately coordinate daily schedule we have to maintain and if communication is required I’m NOT relying on a company switch board or paging system.
So I brought it up to El Segundo in short order and later that evening I was playfully lamenting to our daughter that her Mom had picked up her kids’ bad habits.
“Well, at least I don’t forget MY phone, Dad.”
“And why is THAT such a monumental achievement?” I asked.
It makes it easy to call you when I forget my other stuff.