My daughters are texters. They are texting queens. They are textaliscious.
Here are some of the texts I've received in the past couple of weeks:
From Emma (after a fight with Grace): "Now I'm hurt in the inside AND on the outside!"
From Emma (after Grace wrote a poem about her for school): "I don't approve of Grace's poem."
From Emma: "Please come home. I'm board."
My reply: "I'm on my way in a jiffy. Bored is what you are. If you were board you'd be made of wood. Or used for surfing. Or skating."
Emma: "I like how you said 'jiffy!!' Ha ha ha."
Me: "I like you."
Emma (while I was at work): "Please answer your phone it is really important!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( Please please please please please please please!!!!!"
Me (calling her because I think the house is on fire or someone is dying): "What?"
Emma: What is the plural of toast? Is it 'toast' or 'toastes?'"
Me: "Um...you called me at work to ask me the plural of toast?"
Emma: "Dad and I have a bet."
Grace (referring to her book): "Somehow I read a chapter in my sleep."
Grace (referring to her headband): "Did I leave my headband?"
Me: "Yes. I have it."
Grace: "I have a nether one I'm wearing so never minde."
Grace (updating me on the birds at the ranch) "Guess which one is bing friendly?"
Grace: "U got it."
Texting is not the most magnificent or deep form of communication, and yet it tells so much about the texters. Emma: detailed, dramatic, and determined. Grace: short and sweet, offbeat, spelling unique.
I wonder what my mom would have received from me if we had texted when I was a fifth grader. It probably would have been extremely emotional, overly sensitive, whimsical rhyme. :) I can see it now...
Me: "Mom, I wish you wouldn't force me to ride the bus. It is an instrument of terror."
"Mom, fractions are bad for my health. I wish to take a sick day!"
"Dad, if I have to eat another Sizzler meal in this lifetime, I will perish, I just know it!"
:) hee heeeeeeeeeee heeeee