idk hahaha

The other night my bff Junebug and I were sitting at dinner having a conversation. Or, rather, trying to have a conversation. It was made difficult by the children at the other end of the table. They kept texting us. Yes, texting from one end of the table to the other. They thought it was very funny. We just thought it was annoying.

That brings up the whole issue of texting. If you have a child between the ages of...oh, say 11 and 14, you'll understand this. If yours are younger, just wait. If your are much older, they may have passed through this stage before the advent of cellular appendages.

Recently, my bff Junebug and I talked about the texting habits of said children. Being good mothers, we read our children's texts from time to time. Not that there is much to tell, because we have superior children. Ok, so I am exaggerating, but all in all they are pretty good kids. Still, you have to stay on top of these things.

My oldest child, who, for this post, we will call The Informer, tends to have more wordy texts. Her's tend to be more informative. I don't worry about her because, as her name clearly states, she is The Informer. She tells everything. Sometimes she tells more than I want to know. If she ever does anything wrong, she tells me. Like the time she cut her hair in her 4 year old Sunday School class and came out of class crying to tell me. In fact, she still tells me about that time. But, I digress...

Then there is my other child. The Free Spirited Dancer. The Other-Half-Of-The-Entity-Known-As-The-Peas. Her texts are much more...shall we say...interesting? Amusing? And here is where I was going with this...(yes, I do have a point here). Here is a fictional example of a text conversation between The Dancer and one of her friends:

R U coming 2 church?
Ya. Ha.
Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha
I no
LOL
Wat time?
IDK
KK ha
haha
ttyl
KK ha
haha

The above will only make sense to you if you have a child with a cell phone. That is really how they talk. Seriously. And that is the short version. What Junebug and I and our spouses can't figure out is why these children feel the need to insert "ha" into every conversation. Every exchange. But in self-defense, or retaliation, or as a result of the insanity to which they have driven us, the four of us have begun inserting "ha" into our own conversations, text or otherwise. So a couple of nights ago (late, like when we both should've been in bed but weren't) JB and I had this text conversataion:

Oh I so love that blog.
Haha Thanks. Ha. But now I've stayed up too late. Haha.
Ha
Idk ha

I should probably be embarrassed by that. But I'm not. I doubt JB is either. So, ha.