Cell Hell
Today was a very sad day for me. My little girl is no longer little. She now has her first cell phone. Ok, she is 13. And she is taller than her mom. But her own personal cell phone? WHY? What did I do to deserve this! Do you know how much texting she is going to do? Do you know how many friends she is going to talk to? What's next, Boys? You can tell by the grays on my head that I am no longer young, but now... I am officially old! My daughter has her own phone number. Just because EVERY other child, ten and over, has their cell phone doesn't mean we have to do it. Right? If every other child were to jump off the high dive, would you? Does this mean she doesn't have to eat her vegetables any more, "because we said so"? Or put away that pile of dirty clothes in her room... Or pickup the dog poop... This decision was a long time in coming, but somehow we held her off. Until today. Today we went to get my daughter her first phone AND trade in my wife’s dinosaur of ...