My almost-7 year old grandson discovers texting.
Hello, I say.
Hi nana! It's Oliver.
Hi sweetheart! How are you?
Can we text? I want to have a conversation.
Sure, I answer and chuckle.
OK, bye. He hangs up.
After a few minutes, the first text message comes: How are you?
I'm fine, listening to music and cooking. What's new with you?
I busted open my geodes today.
Is that good or bad?
What do you mean?
I mean - is it ok to bust open a geode?
...Time passes with no text...
Dinner is here. I have to go. See you later.
I'm reading in the afternoon when the cell phone squeaks. Text message.
Do you want to text?
Ok, I lost my tooth today.
How did it happen?
I have to go shower now. See you in a sec.
After a few minutes:
That was a short shower. Are you clean?
Yes. So OK, I was in a bouncy house and...I have to go. See you in a sec.
Haven't heard how the whole tooth loss affair ended yet. That was yesterday. I'm sure he'll text me again today or tomorrow to finish the story.
As the cliche goes: they grow up so fast!