LilZ is at that age where some of his friends have cell phones. Not many, but enough that he has hinted wanting one to me. I am not against him having a cell phone, in theory, but it would only be a way for me to keep up with him. Since he’s not old enough to drive, he doesnt do much without me (or school) so, why bother. He knows he’ll get one when I feel like I need that security, and when he does, it will be one of the rules that he MUST answer it whenever I call. And he’s not allowed to roll his eyes when he sees it’s me calling. And I’ll know he’s doing it, dammit, so don’t even try.
(Where was I?)
I gave him my cell phone for the trip so he could touch base with me without calling collect from the hotel. However, the rule was he HAD to call me every night before he went to bed. If he didnt wan to deal with that? He didn’t need to take the phone. He decided to take it and, I am not lying, he has called me an average of eight times a day. He either calls because A) He’s SOOOOO bored. Usually waiting on the bus, or for meals. or B) To tell me something exciting they just did or saw. Its been really cool to hear from him so often. I know that, one of these days, I’m not going to be the one he calls when exciting stuff happens, but for now? I’ll just appreciate it.
Of course, last night he called pretending he was “Wanda Phalange” and then someone else got on the line who was his “Assistant” and it turns out (after I deciphered the words through all the giggling) that it was all part of a Dare from Truth or Dare. Once I recovered from my heart attack at the thought of LilZ playing Truth or Dare with some GIRLS, I had a revelation. I am officially a Grown Up because prank-calling me was a Dare someone had to do to avoid a Truth. I feel as though I’ve been annointed. Now, I just need someone to roll my yard.