"Child will start texting" isn't a milestone you'd read about in any of the childrearing books, but these days it's a common one. Sabrina started at around age 9. And now, Max has discovered the allure of texting from Dave's phone—yet one more way he can express his enthusiasm for all things fire trucks.
He and Dave did a boys' trip to the Jersey shore this weekend. The first text I got was from Max, related to his determination to ride on his favorite fire truck in a parade:
Over the course of the weekend, Max reminded me several times he'd be a firefighter when he grew up. He kept me in the loop when he visited his usual favorite fire stations, and when they found a new one to explore.
It was a whole new way to experience his obsession. Because I for sure don't hear enough about it when we're together, given that he only talks about fire trucks approximately every 15 minutes. Although, hmmm, this could further encourage spelling. And at least he isn't regularly texting me about clothing he wants to buy like SOME girls I know. And he hasn't (yet) started texting me about mac 'n cheese or that he would like a fire truck bowling birthday party. And then, there's this. Swoon.