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Thursday, December 31, 2009
My cell phone chimed receipt of a text message. It was early afternoon on a Friday, the last day before winter vacation began for my middle-school kid. My high school daughter had already finished her term, and she was hanging out with me at home.
Who would be texting me?
My friend with benefits sometimes sent dirty text messages mid-day when she felt that special friskiness coming on. (As a single parent, I’ve pretty much forgotten all about spontaneous sex. These days my liaisons are well-planned in advance). And you never know when a drunk texting marriage proposal might show up from an ex (hey, it happens!) Or an ex-fling getting me back with a dirty text message joke. If it was any form of sexy texting, I certainly didn’t want my teen daughter to see. Not that my daughter would check my phone, but you can’t be too sure…
Just then, my daughter’s phone chimed receipt of a text message, as well. Prank texting from her brother? Couldn’t be. He was in school.
We both checked our messages. Sure enough, it was her brother.
Who won the superbowl in 1979? It’s trivia day in science class.
Ok, first of all, cell phones are off limits at my son’s school. If he gets caught texting in a classroom, the phone gets confiscated for the rest of the day. Plus, he has to walk the campus picking up trash for an hour.
But I’m competitive as hell, and I figured there’s no way my son is going to lose a trivia game. He’s sly enough to not get caught (I didn’t say that!). Either that, or the teacher was allowing cell phone usage during the game.
I googled the answer. Pittsburgh Steelers.
Before I typed even two keys on my Motorola Razr – you know, one of those cell phones with a numeric keypad to send SMS messages? Hit “2” three times to get the letter “c”? – before I typed two keys, my daughter snapped her phone shut.
“I just texted him the answer,” she said.
WTF? How had she done that so fast?
“My cell has an actual keyboard,” she said. “And I have fast thumbs.”
My son scored major points on that question. And he didn’t have to pick up a single piece of trash.
(If the dean at his school happens to find this post, please know it’s fiction! My son would never text in class! And I would never aid and abet him!)
Posted by dadshouse at 1:00 AM