Thursday, July 11, 2013

Being Hacked

I have two children.  Ren (newly graduated from high school) and John-Heath (8).  The first was planned.  The second was like winning the lottery, minus the money.  Like all siblings, they have their good moments and bad moments.  They love, they laugh and yes, they fight.  Quite the norm. I once heard someone say how her children never fought and were just loving and kind toward each other all the time.  I almost asked where she bought her rose-colored glasses.

With children, life is never dull, that's for sure.  Naturally, due to his age, most of the excitement in our home is generated by my son.  Ren, for the most part, has aged out of providing the built-in entertainment, though she often finds herself smack dab in the middle of the action and reminds us that she had asked for a puppy, not a little brother.

Here is an example of such that happened to take place last night.

Ren:  John-Heath, do you have my iPhone?
J-H:  (playing a game on the computer and ignoring her hovering presence over his shoulder) No.
Ren:  Uh-huh (as she takes back her phone which was hiding behind the computer).

A few moments later, Ren received a Facebook notification.  One of her good guy friends had sent her the car's in the garage.   Perplexed, she looked at what had preceded his comment.  She couldn't help but laugh (and then issue an apologetic text to her friend). 

12:54 p.m.
*Ren:  Hey!
Friend:  Hey!  What's up?
*Ren:  I love you.
Friend:  What?
Friend:  What?  LOL 
Friend:  Are you kidding?
1:09 p.m.
(as a private message on Facebook)
Friend:  Hey!
*Ren:  Your car is on fire.
* John-Heath


Michelle said...

Oh my goodness! I hope the good guy friend took that well :)

Tire Swing Mom said...

Luckily, he is a great friend and was a good sport about it. haha