This is an actual recent text exchange between the 14-year old Bright Eyed Boy and me as I'm cruising the aisles at the local grocery store.
Me: I'm at the grocery store. What kind of cereal do you want?
Bright Eyed Boy: Frosted flakes
Me: Not! Kix?
BEB: Hell no. Frosted Mini Wheats
Me: Watch your mouth or you'll get Fiber One
BEB: Heck no. Frosted Mini Wheats
Me:
BEB: What's wrong with Frosted Mini Wheats?
Me: POISON!
BEB: It's the healthiest frosted anything!
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Kathy, This is priceless. So typical in so many ways. The sorts of issues I've had to deal with in texts, well, could probably fill a book! And about every other letter I send is the wrong one (since I have an old phone where I have to push three times for "C" etc.) Thanks for sharing this oh-so-human moment!
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