This is how deprived my 12-year-old is. When a friend got a new phone, M crafted a phone for herself with the friend’s discarded packaging materials:
“Mom, Mom, look!” she called, batting sorrowful puppy dog* eyes at me. “Isn’t this so sad? Oh my gosh, it’s really sad, isn’t it?”
I acknowledged that the homemade phone was both heartbreaking and a poignant reminder of her strength in the face of adversity.
“You know what’s the saddest part about my fake phone, though, Mom?” she asked.
“I only put numbers–I forgot the letters. So I can’t even fake-text with my fake-phone.”
My darling girl. She is so brave.
*Speaking of puppy dogs, my children still don’t have a puppy dog, either.