Last week, Sarah, Hannah, Nathan and I went over to Sarah’s dad’s for a cookout. Like usual, there was a decent spread of snackies – cookies, crackers, cheese, finger fruits, etc.
Toward the back was a bowl of raspberries and blackberries that Hannah couldn’t see. Sarah’s dad asked Hannah if she tried the blackberries because they were soooo good.
Hannah just stood there with a weird look on her face. I couldn’t figure out why when suddenly it dawned on me. I proceeded to ask Han what a blackberry was:
That’s your work phone, Daddy…
Came a chipper reply.
Almost as bad – – – –
Hannah asks Sarah today when she can go get a haircut at the “fun place we went to before” (There used to be a kids salon where they got to sit in powerwheel cars and watch videos while their hair was being cut). Sarah told Han that place had closed, so Hannah – without missing a beat – suggests:
That’s ok. We can just find where another one is on Daddy’s phone.
Do you think I look up too many things on the iPhone?