Txt msg

I've been stalking a very popular blog and this post made me laugh so hard I had to change my shorts, wipe the tears from my eyes, and pick myself up off the floor (those were not in any particular order). I had to share it. This is a mother talking about her teenage daughter intercepting and responding to the mother's sister's text messages.

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For the past month, unbeknownst to me, she’s been responding to Wetsy’s text messages any time I’ve been away from my phone—and when she responds, here’s the kicker: she poses as me. I finally figured out how to look back at text message threads last night, and I spent an hour reading exchanges like the following:
Wetsy: “Elliot is nursing right now.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “Are you gonna eat your tots?”
Wetsy: “Huh?”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “Sorry. I get confused sometimes.”
Wetsy: “Huh?”
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Wetsy: “Elliot weighs 14 pounds! We just got back from the doctor.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “Your mama weighs 14 pounds.”
Wetsy: “Whatevs.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “Are you gonna eat your tots?”
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Wetsy: “How often did you feed your babies when they were 6 wks old?”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “I don’t have any babies.”
Wetsy: “Shut up! Seriously.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “I like Twinkies.”
Wetsy: “Thanks for the help.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “No problem, Muffinhead.”
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Wetsy: “Oh my gosh—Elliot’s head smells sooooo good.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “So do my feet.”
Wetsy: “Ewwwww!”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “Sorry. I get confused sometimes.”
Wetsy: “You’re weird these days.”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “There was one?”
Wetsy: “One what?”
My Girl, Posing as Me: “Are you gonna eat your tots?”