So. This is how it ends. With a teenaged girl standing over my body…frantically mashing…
444. 44-2-8-33. 999-666-88.
Over and over and over.
While laughing maniacally and rocking back and forth like a lunatic rocking horse.
Or, you know…that’s how I imagine this playing out when I get home with her new prepaid flip phone tonight. That she will give up her iPhone for until she can stop being…such…a…teenager.
VIVE LA RESISTANCE!!!!
*save me*
*Jazz Hands* Mom 