Tonight at dinner, both Husband and I kept a close eye on our respective Blackberry devices (Well, his is blue. Mine is black. This will become important momentarily). His goes off non-stop because that’s the kind of office he works with. I waited for mine to go off to alert me that I needed to make MORE budget cuts and the re-budgeted budget I submitted was STILL too high.
(no news yet)
Mine went off while eating and I was compelled to go get it and see what Very Important Message was waiting for me. The result went something like this:
Husband: Dear! [tilts head towards The Swimmy who has stopped eating her pasta to mull over the new vocabulary word]
Me: Sorry. *scrolls to read the Not Important Message.*
Swimmy: Mommy, is that your Blackberry?
Me: Yes, Boo Boo, it is.
Swimmy: Mommy, can you buy me a PinkBerry?
[Husband and I nod in complete, logical Swimmy understanding]
All who saw that response coming, raise your hands!