Our Big Guy is now in 2nd grade, a big 7 1/2yr old, and he wants a cell phone. Badly. Of course, that's not happening. Definitely not now. Possibly never. The best parts come when I ask him why he needs a cell phone -
If you forget to take something out of the oven, Mom, I can call you and remind you.
"That's great honey, but I don't think I've ever forgotten to take things out of the oven."
But what if the school catches on fire, I'll need to call the firemen.
"I think the school will take care of that."
If there's a tornado or a hurricane!!!
"Again, babe, the school will cover that one."
But Isaac has one. So does Ryan and Max and Caleb, I think.
"Yes, that's true. But they are Dad's Deacons and they are Scouts. That means they're much older than 7." (side note: my boys ADORE Greg's calling as Scout Master. They love any chance to hang out with the Deacons.)
After our bazilionth talk with him over why he's not getting a cell phone, he went and did the next best thing...displaying his absolute faith and hope in the power of Santa Claus - he ran to the fridge and wrote "cell phone" with a picture on his Christmas list.
He's now completely confident it's coming...