Anyway, I forgot to tell the family that I wasn't coming home right after work today because I had my appointment. I texted them, of course, because who wants to have to call three people to tell them all the same thing, right?
Our text conversation.
Me: "At the clot doctor. FYI"
David: "Don't you mean 'clotctor'?"
Me: "Why yes I do!"
David: "You can use that."
Me: "Count on it."
Big guy: "OK, y r u there?" (He's fluent in texting lingo, of course.)
Me: "Test results."
Meanwhile, as the clotctor came in to talk to me, my little guy calls. I silence the call and got this lovely message after my appointment.
Little guy: "Hey, mom...you're really mean for not answering the phone...I know you're at some like doctor's office and I just realized that but...never mind...bye." (He's fluent in Valley Girl lingo, of course.)
I'm just hopping up and down all excited because everyone in my family responded to me! Woo hoo! Well, that and, hey, ain't nuthin' wrong with this girl's blood or genetics (except for all that odd quirky stuff that only bothers other people but doesn't bug me, of course).