Txting

I am getting old.  It's official.  These kids are all into something I really don't even understand.  I thought I understood it until I was much closer to it.  Texting.  I am a self professed/confessed crackberry albeit somewhat rehabilitating.  For several years I  was never without it attached to my side and I was constantly checking my e-mails.  A 4- and 6-year-old Christopher and James would run and bring it to me should I happen to leave it on the counter and it buzzed.

I thought, then, that I understood the texting thing.  I typed messages and responded to them constantly.  They were just doing it on a phone.  Well, that was until we got James a phone to use when he went off to overnight camp or we went to Six Flags and let him go off on rides by himself.  It all seemed helpful and uneventful until we went to Nationals.  Fortunately, we had the foresight to have AT&T cut him off at 200 text messages each month.  They are very kind even to warn him when he reaches 150 messages.  (Of course, all this generosity comes for a small fee.  I'm sure it's much smaller than paying for all the texts that would likely be sent otherwise.)

The 6 kids that were at Nationals texted constantly.  They texted each other and texted kids back in Atlanta.  (We were in California if you're just joining in.)  They texted someone in Atlanta after midnight and got a response.  When I started researching what all these non-stop texts were about, I was amazed.  "Wat r u doing?"  "Eating."  "When r we leaving?"  "5 min"  "What socks r u wearing?" "Don't no, u?"  The most amazing thing?  They were often sitting side by side?!

Last week, James sent an text and AT&T kindly responded that they would not forward that one because it exceeded his 200 limit for the month.  Whew.  You can say a lot of nothing in a lot of non-words.  And to think I thought I understood.  ROTFL (rolling on the floor laughing) at myself.