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.....
The TIVO unit is upset. Apparently, it hasn't make a successful daily telephone call for the past 86 days..........
3 comments:
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.
Oh 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!
Asaknitter
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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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