The best thing that ever happened to me, in terms of communication, has been the advent of text messaging. I prefer texting over calling. I can get my questions answered on the spot, if needed, and I can have conversations without actually being present. My mother and I actually have more productive conversations via text than when we're face to face, because that's where I get my reticence. My husband is the main person that I text the most, though. We have lots of conversations based on our son's crazy antics.
Over the summer, Zane and his father began playing the game Diablo on the Xbox. It's a pretty intricate role playing game, and probably not age appropriate. However, there's not much in that game scarier than the Mouth of Sauron from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, so we decided to let him try to play. It has really worked on Zane's problem solving skills. However, Zane's favorite past time is playing the game on his father's character, because that character seems to have better weapons than his own. So Larry and I have had several text exchanges similar to the following:
Me: Your son is playing Diablo as you
Hubs(who was at the store): As long as he doesn't touch the gear or the abilities
Me: That is what I told him
Hubs: KK(that means OK, but for some reason we don't just type OK. We're weird.)
Me: I tried logging in as Zane, but it wouldn't let me
Hubs: That's weird. He should be able to log in as himself and then give you the controller.
Me: Right now he's just running around whacking things.
Hubs: In line. I'm resisting the urge to smack the guy in front of me. Barely.
Me: There's no internet in prison.
Me: If you smack that guy.
Hubs: Got it.
Me: Good talk.
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