My kids’ grandmother got this text from my phone today:
Notice the time. 6:44 am. Needless to say, she thought that there was an emergency and rushed over.
However these texts were not sent by me. No, they were sent by my dear (and technologically advanced) first grader, Z.
We were all a little shocked. He seemed surprised that we were upset. He said, “Well, I wanted Grama to come over, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say.”