Since last December, my 11 year old son, Kenny, has been vigorously campaigning for his own personal cellular phone. His reasons were many, inlcuding, but not limited to:
(1) Justin (18 year old brother) has one;(2) He could call Gage (his best friend) if he had a cell phone;
(3) He could call Miguel (his next best friend) if he had a cell phone;
(4) He could call Meme (his grandmother) if he had a cell phone;
(5) He could call Justin if he had a cell phone;
(6) He could call me if he had a cell phone.........
I'm sure you get the picture. When I reminded Kenny that he could call every person he had mentioned on our residential phone, I got the eye roll and the look that said I obviously am not in touch with the latest trend in the life of a fifth grader.
Nevertheless, I resisted all of his arguments until last Friday. Kenny was long jumping at a school sponsered track meet which apparently got off to a very late start. Kenny couldn't find a phone to tell me that the he was going to be about two hours late.
Meanwhile, back at the school, I waited.....and waited.....waited....and waited some more. Not a problem as long as I could knit. I worked away quite contentedly on the vest until I Ran. Out. Of. Yarn. 

Unable to knit I used other means to pass the time. I read the Owner's Manual to my car from cover to cover (there are 13 pages describing how to wear a safety belt!). I cleaned out my purse. I played solitaire on my cell phone (I think a need a new prescription for my eyeglasses. I can hardly see those teeny-tiny cards). I organized the glove box. Just as I was about to frog three or four rows of the vest so could knit them again (I admit, I was desperate), the bus pulled into the parking lot and I made the immediate decision to let the kid have a cell phone.
A great burden was suddenly lifted from my shoulders. No longer would I have to listen to the ongoing arguments about the right, nay, the absolute need to talk on the phone. Peace would come to my life. That is, until I turned on the television.....

We finally caved on the cell phone with my 12 year old. Unfortunately most of the time she forgets to charge it. Sigh. We tried. You can lead a twelve year old to water but you can't make her drink I guess.
ReplyDeleteOh no - sorry to hear about your phone mishaps. Could you believe it my pre-schooler has a friend that has a cell phone (one of those Disney phones with three buttons with pre-programmed phone numbers on it). They're only 3.5 for goodness sake!
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Yeah, we finally let our 11 year old get one , too, for field trips and such! She actually rarely uses it. She just likes having it! Poor TIVO! He was feeling left out!
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