Text messaging between me and my son when I went to pick him up from a friend’s house:
Me: Michael check in please. Where are you and when will you be home?
Michael: Sorry my phone died. I’m at JB’s.
Me: How are you getting home?
Michael: I can ask JB or you could pick me up (Son translation: I want you to come pick me up but I didn’t ask in advance and don’t want to piss you off)
Me: I’ll pick you up around 9:30 (I was in a good mood and fully prepared to live up to my consequences of having children)
(This entire bout of texting was from 9:39 pm to 9:43 pm)
Me: I’m outside
Me: Still Outside
Me: Yeo – still waiting
Me: It’s safe to come outside. I already backed up.
Me: Where the hell are you?
Me: Ok meaning I’ll be right there, right?