I come in the door from work. Kacey says to me, “Connor says to tell you he got a turkey in bowling in gym today.”
(Clearly Connor knows how much I value bowling skills. So he wanted me to know he bowled three strikes in a row!)
So I said to Kacey, “Would you be okay with me texting him to congratulate him?”
“Sure,” she said.
I grabbed my phone and started texting.
“Don’t you need his number,” she asked?
“No, I have it already. He gave it to me the night you guys went to the semi-formal dance.”
“Creepy,” she said.
“Not creepy,” I said. “It was for safety reasons and for my peace of mind.”
I finished sending my text, and not long after, Kacey received one on her phone. She read it aloud to me, laughing, “Some random number just texted me, ‘Way to go…TURKEY!'”
She then explained to Connor that the random number was me, and in the meantime, he responded to me, “Thank you, anonymous person.”
I sent off one final text to Connor, “I’m taking you and Kacey bowling sometime.”
To which he responded, “So excited, YAY!”
I then told Kacey, “Tell Connor I will stop texting him now, because I don’t want to seem creepy!”
“Okay,” she said. “Just one more thing. Connor says, ‘I’m having a convo with your mom over text. How cool!'”