Mom Learns to Text.
This is an ode to my amazing parents.
I was out to dinner last night with my sister when I got a text message from my mom’s cell phone. I figured it was my dad on my mom’s phone because my mom doesn’t text. She just doesn’t.
This was the text message:
“Dad is teaching me how to text. What r u eating? Love marm.”
(I call her Marm because that’s what the girls in Little Women called their mom.)
I laughed out loud and passed the phone for my sister to read then she laughed out loud.
I responded with:
“Marm! You’re texting! We shared a pizza with mozzarella and basil. Love Erin.”
I called their house tonight and Mom answered the phone. 10 seconds later I hear the second receiver pick up – there’s Dad! So I’ve got both my parents on the phone and I ask Mom if she received my text message in response to hers last night. She said:
“NO! I didn’t! You responded?! I didn’t get it! It didn’t work!”
Then Dad said:
“Erin, we got it. It came through – I just haven’t shown her how to read her messages yet.”
Awwwww.
