Goodnight went to a party yesterday. All the girls in her class decided to get together for bowling and then pizza at the home of one of the girls.
It sounded like fun and I happily dropped her off at the bowling alley and headed home to get some things done.
After a few hours, my cell phone vibrated on the table and I answered it to hear Goodnight on the other end. “HiGramCanYouCallMyCellCuzIWantToShowOffMyFunnyRingTone?ThanksBye!” (She talks like that without taking a breath most of the time.)
I dialed her phone so she could show off her funny ring tone. It’s actually GN’s voice saying something silly she had recorded. She let it ring and ring.
When she finally answered, she said, “HiGramSorryIDidn’tPickUpRightAwayButTheVolumeWasTooLowCanYouCallMeAgainPLEEZThanksBye!”
I just shook my head, but secretly smiled. Harmless.
I dialed her phone again. She let it ring and ring and ring.
When she finally answered, she said, “What’s up?”
She actually waited for an answer. She had called me to ask me to call her. I had done that twice and then she asked me “What’s up?” and expected an answer! I didn’t know the rules to her game, but I decided to play anyway . . . .
“OhHi HoneyNothin’MuchIsUpIWasJustBoredAndLonelyBecauseYou’reNotHereAndSinceYouAreTheCenterOf MyUniverseIThoughtIWouldCallToSeeIfYouAreHavingFunAndMissMeAsMuchAsIMissYou.”
“Funny, Gram! Thanks for calling. See you at 8:00.”
I just want to remember this eighth-grade girls’ party because there will likely be other parties later that will worry me much more . . . . unless GN calls me to ask me to call her back so she can show off her funny ringtones . . . . .