The Boy has a phone. He has to walk home by himself when he starts 6th grade & I want him to be able to check in with me. Plus, it’s easier to get him to finish his chores if I can text him my demands.
The following are actual texts from The Boy about some summer school work he has to finish…
The Boy: “Mom I can’t find my meth books! Have you seen them?”
The Boy: “Sorry math. Auto correct. Very different. One will kill you. The other is an illegal street drug.”