…many things are bound to go wrong.
Case in point: A certain adorable, little 6 year old Blondie girl in my home wanted to use her daddy’s cell phone to send her big brother a funny text.
Unassisted.
Blondie’s older brother’s name is Jason. Blondie’s daddy does not have Jason’s name in his phone as ‘Jefe.’ ‘Jefe’ would be Daddy’s adult friend ‘Jeff.’
In hindsight, I do remember Blondie asking Jason something about receiving a text to which Jason had no clue.
But the most impressive part? The fact that ‘Jefe’ could translate a 6 year old Blondie’s misspellings of ‘Popping Your Paints’ into ‘Pooping Your Pants.’
The least impressive part? The fact that Blondie lost her shit and started hysterically crying when she realized who she sent this message to. As her mother, I am trying to teach her that every funny girl needs to be able to laugh at herself. Hell, if I hadn’t had my own stupidity to laugh at all my life I’d have had nothing to laugh at. (<—–Like this illiterate sentence. See? Stupid. And something to laugh at.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am off to pop my paints and ketch my breath. Then I might sender you a message.
awwww!! blondie was mortified! poor thing! i wonder how she’ll feel when she finds out her mother plastered this text on the internet? lol
I ran to my laptop screaming, “Girl, this is finding a home on my blog.” She cried harder. Like, the ugly cry. We have a special bond that Blondie and me.
O.M.G. I’m DYING! Are you sure she’s your daughter?
I love it. Clearly I can read 6 year old too because I read “pooped” even though it was clearly misspelled. I guess us blondes speak the same language. Not great. But at least we can properly communicate. And we are cute…or in my case I was a cute natural blonde over 29 years ago….but whose counting.
HYSTERICAL! Did Jeff know it was from her (I hope)?
My friend texted me when I was in the shower and Sage texted back “Ok” which was a very bizarre thing to answer. When I got back to my phone my friend was all, “Ok????”
He cracked up when I said it was my six year-old. Apparently, it could’ve been MUCH worse.
I peeped my parts reading this bog postal!
True story.
oh, so cute! Love it!
She does better than most teens. The text language they use is almost indecipherable.
That? Totally hysterical! I have to get me a little kid around here; they are hysterical. Or at least yours is!
Priceless! totally and completely priceless. and now immortalized on the interwebs, forever.
Don’t make me laugh! My stomach hurts from TDM! : ) Hilarious post!
I spell pooping as popping. Happens all the time dear.
OMG, that’s freakin’ hilarious. She’s my kind of girl!
I think you need to market and TM the shit out of Pop my Paints! “Opps I poppped my paints!” I love, love love uncensored kid writing!
Tell Blondie adults do those things too. And not just on text. When I was a head hunter for a local staffing agency, I read a resume that said “Desired salary, $70,000 anally.” He didn’t get the job.
That’s so damn funny! She’s better at texting than I am. Can she teach me?
OMG. I’m ROLLING over here. She can text me and i can show it to Little CEO and they can text each other if you want. No worries about jefe reading about kids popping or pooping their pants
Totally. Sender me a message, too.
(Ohmyheart, you know that I’m hurting for her, right? But yes, that’s a really good lesson. Thanks for the reminder, Mama.)
Paige is always asking to text someone with my phone. With my luck she would probably send it to one of my clients. (No I am not a hooker.) Poor Blondie!
Popped your paints. I smiled the first time and then laughed the second time I read it. Good times.
I’m totally screen shitting one of Lil Duck’s texts next time.
Great stuff! Live it!