I’m sure a lot of you will think that it is sick that I am sitting in my house sending text messages to my son — who is sitting across the table from me. It’s like a game. I send the message, he reads it, looks up, smiles, then looks back down and sends his response. We send happy faces back and forth. His have sunglasses. He’s such a show off.
At the same time, we send text messages to his older brother in Hawaii. It’s important for him to be able to share important stuff such as the fact that tonight’s meatloaf was fantastic, and that he just went poop.
Of course, it gives me one more thing to monitor.
