Posted by Bronwyn
Normally I am not a fan of kids having phones in general. But
when my son started walking home from school this year and getting
home before I did, I agreed it was time for an 'emergency' cell
Although its primary use is still calling me to let me know he's
in the house safely, I've noticed it insidiously expanding, little
by little. A couple of his friends are in the same situation and
they call each other now-no more asking if I can call so-and-so's
mom for a play date. His phone's ringtone has migrated from the
generic beeps it came with to a loud vocal of 'Peanut Butter Jelly
Time'. A picture of our basset hound is on the front display. My
son has firmly claimed his telephone territory.
Recently I found him tapping away at it and wondered what number
he was programming in. Then it dawned on me-he was texting.
It also quickly dawned on me that I don't even think we
have a text plan. Time to look into that, right? Casually
I asked him who he was texting and he colored up and said in a very
off-hand way, "I'm just texting V."
"V? How did you get V's number?"
"We exchanged numbers when they came over for dinner."
"Oh. Well, what are you texting her about?"
"Just about my PSP. And stuff."
And so it went. V is the daughter of one of my best friends. She
and W bonded over Mexican hot chocolate many times at the Kopi Café
in Andersonville when W was a wee preschooler and V a mature
kindergartener. If he's texting a girl, I have to say, I'm pleased
She is about a year and a half older than W and is already the
sort of super-cool, librarian-chic, rock and roll, violin-playing
girl that any hip 10-year-old boy might want to talk to, if he were
caught dead talking to a girl.
Case in point: When W's best friend J came over, another text
buzzed in. W quickly picked up and started tapping away.
"Who's that?" asked J, trying to look over W's shoulder with
"Oh, it's just my friend V."
"V? Who's V?" asked J in confusion.
"Oh, you know," says W, with a super casual cool, "she's just a
friend of mine in Chicago. I'm telling her we've got stuff to do
As J's impressed gaze lingered on the cell phone, I could almost
see into the future. A future with the same short, 'please don't
embarrass me mom' answers, the same boys, only taller and even
harder to pin down than they are now, telling a cute girl they have
to go do 'stuff' now-and the same flying fingers.
I have definitely got to learn to text faster so I can keep
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