Claiming that all of his friends and cousins his age had mobile phones, YaYa begged for one of his own. But I insisted that there was no need. Then thoughts of him lost at JFK, with me at the other end of the country, began running through my head and suddenly it seemed like the perfect gift – for him AND me.
Happy 12th Birthday, YaYa!!!
Yea. I waited till 16 for my daughter. Then, each successive kid got his younger and younger…
Happy Birthday to YaYa! He looks so grown up and very happy with his new cell phone! Good idea, Juls, especially for your reasons.