Over the years we’ve come to a comforting realization about our son. He eventually “gets it”. I’ve joked that his “eventuality” spans generations, however his compulsive nature tends to shrink the learning curve once he latches on to a skill he should have acquired in days gone by.
Take “texting” for instance. Nowadays, children text their parents for a diaper change. Our daughter can text faster than a court stenographer. However our son, now 13, wanted no part of it until a few weeks ago. I suspect he preferred to spend his early years creating content, or in other words, storing up the thousands of messages, which he’s unleashed on us, and anyone poor soul in his contact list, in the last month.
Along the way he’s invented the “pretext”, “Dad I’ll text you tonight to bring home cereal.” The “retext”, “Dad did you get my text?” and the “detext.” “Nevermind.”
Thankfully, our cellular provider was kind enough to “text” me that a particular phone on our family plan had exceeded the messaging limit by day four of the monthly billing cycle. Given that each new message would now cost an ounce of gold I raced home and dove at his thumbs just before he was able to hit another “send”.
In retrospect, it’s added a whole new dimension to his social life and until he figures out how to “block” us, my wife and I get to interact with him throughout the day…not a bad thing at this age as long as we can stay current on the cool acronyms…I mean who knew AYSOS meant “Are You Stupid Or Something?”
Oh yeah, I bit the bullet, went for the unlimited family texting plan and was able to save that ounce of gold.