Text From My Son
I was in the garden raking leaves when the text from my son Junior came in. He was in his room.
Junior: I hv it dad. Tuition fis 47,000 buks.
Me: Canadian or American?
Me: Is it for 3 years?
Junior: Dad u kdin ryt?
Me: Come down here and see my face.
Junior: Its tuishn 4 hole yr.
Me: What do you want to study?
Me: You don’t need that. You have 746,000 followers on Twitter.
Junior: I C ur on a gd mud dad.
Me: You want me to spend $47,000 for nine months to follow strangers?
Junior: OK dad. International relations is my sec choys.
Me: CIA is on Twitter. Following them will be cheaper.
Junior: U drv a had bagen dad.
Me: You don’t know what you want do you?
Junior: I no whr ths is goin dad. OK ill B an inglsh major.
Me: You must be kidding me!