TITLE: Life With a Teenager By Laura Anderson 11/28/09 |
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“Who are you texting?” I asked my daughter Liz.
“Mother.”
“Just checking up on ya. Taco?”
“No, Dena. You don’t know her”
“Give me the phone,” I said as I held out my hand. With a huff, she acquiesced. I took a look at the text’s she’d been sending back and forth for half an hour.
brb
404
afaik wat r u gtn
idk
so qt im in 4 t mal gmta
tg ws gd wnt 4whelin
my bro sapitb
mma 10ish at rink
luv em gr8 mv 2d4 qt
fotfl
tmi
wud
“What in the world is this? Hieroglyphics?”
“Duh Mom. Can I have my phone back?”
“Oh no.” I grabbed some scrap paper and wrote down the abbreviations I didn’t know. I have good kids. I also know how easy it is to start down the wrong path. I clicked print.
Parent Checklist
303 Mom
411 information
420 marijuana
9 parent in room
AH at home
AFAIK as far as I know
BD big deal
BF boy friend
BFF best friend forever
BRB be right back
BSTD busted
CU see you
d8 date
FOTFL fall on the floor laughing
FB facebook
IDK I don’t know
J/K just kidding
LMA leave me alone
LOL laugh out loud
LUL love you lots
MMA meet me at
NBD no big deal
NVM never mind
PRL parents are listening
QT cutie
ROTFL roll on the floor laughing
TMI too much information
WUD what are you doing?
I handed the phone back to her. “Love you.” I said.
“Whatever.” She took the phone and I heard a door slam a few moments later.
Sigh. “Pick your battles,” I thought.
Abba, as you gave to Solomon, give to me the Spirit of Wisdom and revelation.
Thank you Jesus. Amen.
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