Cameron does not talk on his cell phone. He texts on it, and texts, and texts, and texts some more. He sends texts. He receives texts. This is the new way for kids to communicate.
Friday when I came home from work, Cameron looked down trodden. I asked if he had a good day. His reply was an abrupt, “No, I did not have a good day. I got my phone taken away today.” I smiled inside because I knew it was only a matter of time before it happened. I asked him what happened. Turns out that he “received” a text and he was reading it when the teacher came up and took his phone.
The phone was taken to the office. School policy states that a parent must come in to the school office to request the phone. I agree completely with this policy. Too bad for Cameron that his phone was confiscated on a Friday. I told him to suck it up and learn a lesson from the mistake.
Sunday in church I wanted to tell Todd something (it was during the collection so don’t think I wasn’t paying attention to the pastor). I had received the information I wanted to tell Todd via text from a friend. I reached in my purse, grabbed my phone, opened it, and I proceeded to scroll through texts.
Cameron leaned over to me, pointed to my phone, and politely said “No texting in church, Mom.”
Duly noted Cameron, and thanks for not confiscating my phone.
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