I have unusual teens in that none of them really like to talk on the phone. Our family policy is that you get a (cheap) cell phone when you can drive and until then you share the (cheap) kid-cell phone with the other kids. Therefore our 17 yo, Luke, has a phone and the three girls all share a phone. The rest of the boys are still too young to care. Luke's cell phone has a broken screen but he can't get a free (and cheap) upgrade until December, so for now he's stuck with it. He really doesn't care because he would have to be lying in a ditch needing help before he would voluntarily dial someone anyway. However, as I was helping him pack up his phone and charger for his three week trip to Guatemala I became concerned that he might have trouble making an international call without being able to see his screen, so I swapped the girl's phone with his.
I forgot a few things, things like...
1)The girl's phone says "Bump it to the trumpet" on the outside screen.
2)The girl's phone says "Hey, girl!" when the phone is opened.
3)The girls asked me to pretend to be Aunt Petunia from Harry Potter- and they recorded me. The ringer doesn't ring instead it repeats, "Mummy is calling, my little diddykins", over and over and over.
4)The girls programed all this and locked it with a password that no one remembers.
My husband called to remind me of the above, ostensibly to ask for the password so they could fix the situation. But he had already rightly guessed that no one would know the password. In reality, he simply called to share the situation with me because accidentally humiliating your teenage son is just good clean fun, especially if your spouse is the guilty one.
Somehow I have the feeling that I will not be hearing my son's voice for about 3 weeks. I'm just glad there's email.
This wiki entry was my day. We sent our oldest child, a 17 yo son, off to Guatemala for a three week intensive lanugage school, studying, you guessed it, Spanish. He is such a great kid and has turned into a great, shall I dare say, adult. A seriously fun to raise child, except for a brief time when he was 6 and inexplicably wanted to spit everywhere. This trip is a big deal for him and for my husband and I. A day of independence for him and a day of letting go for us. I had so many images of a happy, maybe even tender farewell, images of my husband and I praying with him before they drove off, taking photos as they left. Not.