We are now officially the Meanest Parents Ever. The girl is now the last remaining person in her grade to lack a cell phone. In fact, she could be the only person in the entire middle school. We have maintained that she really doesn’t need one for the following reasons:
She lives a short walking distance from the school.
She’s never without someone with a cell phone.
She has an iTouch and can text her friends with it.
She’s never anywhere but school, home or friends’ homes.
So we’ve held out a pretty long time as you can imagine. She’s indignant and furious. She’s humiliated. We’ve stuck to our guns. We know, once she gets one, that’s it — she’ll be on it 24/7. We held out getting one for her older brother until he was in high school and marching band practice would end at various times. It became a necessity. We haven’t gotten there yet, with her.
I’m starting to waver, though. It’s that “only kid without one” thing that’s getting to me. It’s the Jonas-like boy asking for her cell number and the girl being forced to lie and say her parents are Amish.
Think we’ll make it to eighth grade?