the end of the summer I got a hand-me-down iPhone. I like it, and appreciate it very much. But there's one person in our family who loves it way more than I do: Baby Plum.
I don't have games on it, but it can text. This boy LOVES to text. He appointed himself my personal secretary shortly after I got it. It was great while I was driving. I would get texts, and he'd read them to me, and then type "Ok" or "Thank you."
Then, he decided to promote himself from middleman to bossman, and cut me out of the process all together. I would get texts asking questions. If he didn't know the answer, he would text "Ok" and "Thank you." If he did, then he would say "Yes." He rarely answered questions. I would only know if I checked my history, or I got a follow up text telling me that I didn't answer the question.
One friend started texting him smiley faces, which he really liked. Most people who text fairly often have come to expect odd responses from me/us.
Now that he's been texting for a few months, he's getting much more creative. He likes to respond to every text, even if it's an automatic thing from JoAnn Fabrics.
The problem now is that he spells like a 6-year-old. But he's representing me. He likes to respond to "Thank You" with "Your welcome." I always have to then respond to people so they know that my son did that, not me.
A couple of weeks ago, my mom texted me. I told him to tell her we were running errands. I looked at the message later. He wrote "Were running Aron's." Isn't that cute? She knew it was him. She and my father texted him a lot over Christmas break. He likes to get special messages.
Other cute things?
When he got back to school last week, he drew a picture of a frowning boy. It was him being lonely, because he had to play outside by himself. I don't remember him ever being outside by himself.
Friday was the real Elvis' birthday. We went to tour the birthplace. Once we got into the 2-room house, he looked around, and then looked sad. He asked, "Where is Elvis?" He thought we were really going to see Elvis.
This morning, he woke us up ready to play a game. At 6:30 on a Monday morning. Bob is the morning person, so he obliged. What else did he say while requesting a game? He told me that I didn't lay out any pants for him to wear to school. I did. He just didn't see them.