I love texting with my kids, as they constantly surprise me.
I'll give you an example:
Driving home with the two oldest children, I wanted to talk to someone at home. I did not care which someone it was, I just needed someone to get some ground meat out of the freezer and into the microwave to defrost, as I knew my time for dinner prep was going to be cut short.
It seemed I had not hung up the phone when I used it earlier, because the phone kept ringing busy. Finally, I told Phoenix to use my phone to text Giant (the most likely to have his iPod nearby, seeing as how his friends have become a group messaging gang, filling my iPad with their nonsense).
He was told to text "Call me." So he did. With just those two words.
The reply I received: "Who tf is dis"
When Phoenix showed me, my eyes about popped out of my head.
I asked Phoenix, "Did he just text what I think he text?"
Phoenix: "Um. Yes. That would be a WTF."
Me, very tersely and with a dangerous crevice between my eyebrows: Text back "Your mother".
I was floored. The two kids with me were flabbergasted. He was so busted.
Within seconds, the phone rang. The display told us it was Giant calling. I answered very sweetly, "Well hi there!"
The reply was a simple "Yeah. Hi."
Problem was, it was a deep, scratchy, voice. Basically, it sounded like a 400 pound man, who had done quite a bit of smoking in his lifetime, coming out of a drug-induced coma.
I sat there with the phone to my ear, struck speechless, yet trying not to laugh, while the guy just kept grunting and breathing.
Me: "Um, yeah. You are not who I was expecting. Clearly I have the wrong number."
And I hung up.
The two teens were laughing their full heads off as they told me why the previous exchange happened.
The kids in our family who do not have phones use an app on their iPods to text. If that app isn't used within a certain amount of time, the user receives a new number the next time he does. I had an old number programmed into my phone. Apparently, it was given to a large, sleepy, unhappy man.
I was laughing pretty hard about the entire episode, but I pulled it together before going inside.
I stomped in the front door, went up to Giant, pointed a finger in his face, and scolded, "You are SO lucky it wasn't you!" before I turned on my heels and went to get the meat out of the freezer myself.
As I write this, I wonder. Should have done that man's mom a solid and scolded him, too?