Up until this last week, I guess I under estimated Mo’s technology acumen. Here’s how it crystallized. Fantabulous Amanda [henceforth ‘Fantab’] was sitting in the living room. In an effort to transition from RN role to M3 role, I started some small talk.
Me: “New phone?” [plopping down next to Amanda]
Fantab: “Yes! And guess what?” [Attempting to engage Mo’]
Mo: [Raised eyebrow].
Fantab: “I know how to play Angry Birds now, Mo’!”
Mo: “Um. Not that big of a deal. You just point and finger swipe. Simple.” [hand on hip, and tapped a foot!]
Fantab and I started giggling. Mo’ does not reserve the smart-ass-doms for dear ol’ M3. No one is protected from her lashings. We then tidied up a little and then headed out for dinner. We would meet up with Hubs after Fantab, Mo’, ‘Ox and I ate dinner.
Let’s fast forward to dinner, then, shall we? Mo’ is sitting next to ‘Ox. She very excitedly and innocently asks for Fantab’s phone. She is super stoked about the new bike Hubs is picking up on the way home. When the phone lands in her palm, I swear I heard the angles singing in her head. She professionally asks if she can text Hubs.
Over the last several months, Mo’ has begun her fascination with phones/texts/email. Now don’t start on me yet people… she does not have a phone, email account, personal Facebook page, or twitter access as I truly believe she would start emailing Ms. First Grade Teacher to complain about homework assignments. When her initial high-tech communication interest piqued, Mo’ learned in a single day Hubs’ and my mobile numbers, and as a result if we happen to be running late, or are even on the 2nd floor and out of ear shot, she calls us to beckon our presence. It is quite amazing that she has the ability to remember 10 digits in seconds, but wiping her butt, bringing home her jacket from school, and completing her homework “escape” her EVERY day is mind blowing. Not buying it. She’s smart people. And it is scary.
So when she asked for Fantab’s phone, I really thought nothing of it. She’s gonna call him and tell him to hurry up. Honestly, she beat me to it. But as Fantab handed her the phone, she said “Mo’ if you text him tell him it is from you, please.” I really thought nothing of it, until several texts later. Mo’ was busy busy busy… Click Clack Mo’…Click Clack Mo’… And abruptly she handed the phone back to Fantab. Fantab giggled and faced the screen to me. Essentially there were about five texts that stated. “I love you! Mo” “Hurry Home. Mo.” And other various other quick missives expressing love for Hubs. And Hubs was responding back, “OK”. “Love you too!” “On my way” et cetera. Then the last text from Mo’ was “Ok. Call me! Mo’” Seems rather innocent right?
It took me two days of revisiting in my mind the exchange between Fantab and Mo’ and then it hit me. Fantab is a GENIUS and she loves her job. I would never have told Mo’ to sign her name to each text. That request was for me! No way in hell did Fantab want me to think that they had elicit texts floating back and forth. What a smart young woman.
However, the amazing part of those exchanges that tout Mo’s technology skills? She had inserted little hearts, and other emoticons that I don’t even know how to insert myself! Graphics in texts! And she knows how to actually insert them?? Now most of my friends know I can’t stand the mobile. I hate talking on the phone. I text like I’m a deaf mute. I will text you that you have a booger in your nose, before calling you. So you would think that I would know all the short cuts. Whelp. Now my ego has me afraid to ask Mo’ how to do it. Here is why.
About two months ago, I would play Mo’s DS Mario Brothers game. I clear the worlds for her. I sit for hours trying to beat that damn game. There was one world on the game that I could not for the life of me beat. One day I came to the game to “clear some more games for her”. And they were done. I couldn’t believe that she had done it! All by herself. Now I’m competitive. Grossly competitive. So I cornered her:
Me: “Mo’ how did you get that world 4 to open?”
Mo’: “Oh. I thought you weren’t gonna notice.” [she started to walk away]
Me: “Wait a second lil’ Girl. How did you do it?” [I think my voice may have raised a shrill octave].
Mo: [giggling] “How much is it worth to you?”
And then she walked away. For two MONTHS she withheld that information from me. I could not figure it out on my own. It bugged the shite out of me. Then that lack of knowledge, truly lit a 4 foot fire under my ass and I forced Hubs to make an argument for Mo’ Mario full disclosure. So if you guys think I’m gonna ask her how to make a silly heart graphic in a text, you’ve got another thing coming. I think I’ll take her previous advice and ask “Google” that is less ego shattering.