Tuesday, January 25, 2011
You gotta love mornings that start something like this: Hannah has just gotten up for breakfast, Cameron is already up and ready, H is slow in the morning, C is not, I don't remember exactly what started this conversation but it was something to the effect that C thinks H needs a cell phone, oh holy cow!! she is just turning 9 on Sat. no way Jose!!! so then she ponders her unfortunatness and cries all over her cherrios, slobber and all, yum. She tells me everyone in her 3rd grade class has one, I don't think everyone, but to her, anywho, I tell her no, too young, too $$, C got his on 12th birthday, even though he did have a pay as you go at his disposal in 5th grade, we'll see about that for H when that time comes. She is bawling her eyes out, and I thank C for his great morning conversation starter, he then calls her a baby, she keeps building her need for a phone, I say no, she pipes it up a notch, red eyes, horrors. I then have to tell her in a not so kind voice to hush it up, this is ridiculous, truly ridiculous. I finally tell her that maybe, just maybe I could put a regular phone in her room, she decides this might just work and stops crying, I can handle that.