The Peeshwank has this habit of jumping in my lap to disrupt whatever I may be working on. Once he is certain that he has my attention, he proceeds to ignore me and starts texting his friends. I don’t complain because this gives me the opportunity to see what he and his friends chat about over his shoulder (before anyone blows a gasket, don’t worry, he knows I do this – he’s the one holding the phone up in front of me, after all). Last night, this conversation happened…
Friend: “Dude, mom said you can come over this weekend. Spending the night like a boss.”
Peeshwank: “Cool. Dude, I got some new shoes.” [attaches pic of said shoes]
Friend: “Tight. Those are legit.”
I think I was better off not knowing what they talk about… yo.