OH my god I know (giggle giggle)
I will ask my mom if we can have a sleep-over.
BLAH BLAH. I remember having the house phone, where if someone wanted to talk there was only one phone in the entire house. My parents raised me well, so if someone called I would say "hello this is Natalie" so they knew what kid I was I guess. How about when a boy called? You would be on the phone flirting away and giggling and then your mother would get on:
Natalie dinner is ready
me: MOM!!!!!! OKAY, I am on the PHONEEE.
Who is it? (my mom in her wondering cutesie tone of voice) Hello?
Then the poor boy who was probably talking about stuff that he wouldn't say to my mom in front of her face and is wondering if she had been ease-dropping on the conversation says
Its so-and-so Ms. Carleton.
And my mother would butt in on MY conversation, with MY boy crush and ask embarrassing questions.
I really think a teenager who was annoyed with ease-dropping invented the cell phone. Thank the heavens for them. It is truly amazing at how technology has come. I imagine when I have kids they will have invented something that makes me lose more and more connection with the kiddos.
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