My babysitter taught my 4-year-old how to text. So, D-daddy, that explains the message you got tonight: "Saja. Mama. Dad. David." She even knew how to type a period, and it's not even marked!
She said, "Mom, guess why your phone writes smaller than [the babysitter's] phone?"
I said, "Why?"
She said, in her best 'Duh' voice, "Because her phone is bigger!" What a cutie pie.
Do you know that I'm approaching 30, and I never once texted anyone anything until my babysitter got the feature? It's the only way to keep up with her, and she's pretty vital to my existence. But Saja, once she learned she could type messages to anyone in the world, wanted me to actually run down the entire list of contacts in my phone to decide to whom she could send her oh-so-informative-and-educational message. We are IN TROUBLE!!!
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