On occasion, you could say that Gary, the kids, and I are pretty easily amused. One thing that would most definitely confirm this notion is the humor we find in sending text messages to each other…when we are in the same house or even the same room.
The kids especially like to use my phone to send silly texts to their father, then sit back eagerly and wait, all innocent-like, for his phone to alert him that he has a text. As if he didn’t see us mere feet away from him, tapping keys and giggling like fools, glancing at him every now and then and then ducking back to the witty and clever message we were concocting.
When Gary’s phone makes a racket to let him know he has a text message, the kids ask angelically, “Who could that be from?”
And the ping-pong of silly texts begins.
One of my favorite texts of all time, that I have saved on my phone and will never delete, was an attempt to jokingly call me a poopy-head. However, when the kids typed it out in all its glory, this is what I received:
“Your a puppy head.”
Well now, I will take being a puppy head over a poopy head any day. Wouldn’t you?