Fritz: Mom, when am I going to get my own phone?
Me: Uh, when you’re 19?
Me: Why do you need your own phone?
Fritz: So I don’t have to borrow a phone when I go over to a friend’s house. I can just use my own to tell you where I am.
Me: What’s so terrible about using someone else’s phone?
And then I get a huff and a shrug as though he were twelve and I’m just an out-of-touch mom for goodness sake: You just don’t get it, Mom.
For the record, we don’t know any eight-year-olds who have their own phones. I honestly think he was just being practical. And lazy: that additional step of asking to use a phone can be a bit troublesome, I guess. He seemed genuinely surprised when I told him that phones cost money. Yes, I think it’ll have to wait until he finds steady employment. Poor kid.