Apparently, Eight was gifted some type of Ipod Touch with a text app, for her birthday. I did not know this ahead of time. Doc and I did not discuss present options or ideas. But at about 5:20pm last night, I started to receive text messages from Eight...
and they have continued through the week-end.
And trust me... they are pretty Earth shattering bits of information and/or in depth discussions. For example:
11:40am This Morning.
What's your favorite color? Mine is sky blue:)
(FYI: This is officially the first time, I have typed a smiley face. I'm keeping the integrity of her texts.)
I texted in response:
Purple. Always has been.
Eight replied: Nice!
I mean... seriously! What if that exchange had NOT taken place today? She may never have known my favorite color?! Thank gosh for modern technology.