The kids and I watched the movie Rio a couple nights ago. At one point in the movie, a monkey received a text from another monkey. It read Ooo ooo aah aah |) For some reason, this struck me as hilarious. (What can I say, I don’t get out much. My kids have warped my mind. I was tired.) I, being the completely mature, responsible adult that I am, immediately texted Austin Ooo ooo aah aah |)
On the couch next to me, Austin heard his phone buzz, looked at it, then turned to me. “Really Mom? Really?” was his not-so-amused response. Seeing his deadpan face made me laugh even more. I nearly fell off the couch laughing like some sort of maniac. (Yes, I’m aware that normal parents don’t snort and pee their pants after sending a monkey text to their kid. I’m just special that way.)
Then I believe Austin said something along these lines. ”Turn off your phone, Mom. Just turn it off.”
So, naturally, every time Savannah and I ran out to the store this weekend, I felt the need to text Austin repeatedly, updating him on our every move while we were out. Wasn’t that thoughtful of me? I thought so too! See my running commentary for yourself . . .
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That was my last text to him. At least until I can confiscate his phone and replace that picture!