Texting and The Monster

I need to preface this post with a little background information. The Monster is very much into skateboarding. He plays with Tech Decks almost exclusively when he is home, watches a number of skate boarding shows, as well as skateboards every Sat morning at a local skate park. Now to the post...

Yesterday while I am at work the following text exchange occurs with the monster.

The Monster: Did you get there by 8 and I look at rampsb.com they are kind of cheep when you get hear i will show you (he wanted to know what time I got to work so he would know what time to expect me home)

Me: I was here at 805. Now what does that website sell. (As you can see the website was spelled wrong so I wasn't sure what he wanted)

The Monster: Ramps I found a 3ft quter pipe for 270 something like that

Ger-reat! 1. the kid is bothering me at work to spend money on something he already knows I don't want to buy. 2. he is surfing the net at my parents house, probably by himself, lord only knows what else he is going to find online and ask me to buy. and 3. now I am re-thinking the whole cell phone thing for the child...

I did not buy him a ramp nor am I planning on it but I guess he is planning on lobbying for one ...

The Beginning....

At my Goddaughters birthday party four years ago I find my son (referred to as "the monster") in the spare room of my BFF's house with his CD player plugged in his ears playing his DS in the corner by himself. This is when I realized I had a 6 year old teenager. This blog will serve as record of his growing up.