The Phone Wars

Call me Mother of the Year.

I freely confess my glee in part of this debate, but the rest just has me shaking my head in disbelief- and Boomer is laughing.

Nana has a new phone. It's cooler than mine. She now has an iPhone. I'm annoyed.

It's not merely phone envy, although that's infuriating enough. No, my issue is more the fact that my mother is completely technologically illiterate. Plus, she never turned on her old phone. This phone is totally wasted on her. Thus the obvious question from her (utterly jealous) daughter:

"Why on earth did you get one?"
"Well, all my friends have one!"
"That's peer pressure. And peer pressure is wrong. You shouldn't have given in."

(Yeah, that's where I'm gleeful. It's quite delightful when her lecture comes back at her.)

"Well, I need an iPhone."
"WHY?????!!!!!"
"I need to learn about the texting so when Peanut gets his cell phone I can keep up with him."

At this point in the conversation my head was in my hands. My mother just used my six-year-old as an excuse to get an iPhone. Yes, she did.

However, I am able to see the humor in this. After all, it's not every day my mother tries (and fails) to send a text message. I'm waiting to witness this. And pat her on the head when she succeeds. And pray she hasn't written me (or texted me) out of her will yet.

Call me Mother of the Year.