FunnyMan (who claims he was the last of his kind) finally got a cell phone for his 15th birthday this month. He has unlimited text, which of course is a must-have for any normal, cool, and overly social teenager. Even though he loves, LOVES, LOVES texting his friends, he has also discovered the beauty of texting ME - his dear old mother - when he is downstairs and I am upstairs.
It's such a "time saver" and yelling from one end of the house to the other no longer becomes a means of communication. So, texting, you see actually provides for a much more "civil" environment, hahaha!
Anyway, so here I am, sitting in my bed with my laptop (ahh... love how technology aids to my lazy moments) and I get the following text from FunnyMan:
FM: PrettyPrettyPrincess wants to know what SPERM is...
I, of course laughed. And knowing just how prudish my 9 year old daughter can be (she doesn't even like to HEAR the word "kiss"), I sent the following response:
ME: Tell her it's the man's portion that makes a baby and she probably won't ask anymore.
Not less than two seconds later, I receive his report.
FM: LOL! You Called It!
Great... now if ALL of my birds and bees discussions could be taught via Text... hmmm.... Perhaps I could write a sex-ed seminar and teach it via Text...
Of course I'd encourage all class members to only practice safe text...[snickering]...tee hee...