I am fairly certain that I'm a prominent character in a murder-for-hire fantasy belonging to my oldest son. Tober hates me right now. I mean really, truly loathes me. Why, you may ask? Because I turned off his cell phone. Permanently. Alas, after repeatedly warning him to turn his phone off at bedtime, he continued to text his girlfriend well into the wee hours of the morning on school nights. Wiping his phone memory didn't exactly pay off when I could look up the usage on Verizon.com. BUSTED. The good news is that 1) I'm saving $24 per month on my family plan, 2) Micah broke his phone so now we have a free replacement device, and 3) maybe Tober will start using all of that pent up texting energy to start properly using his insulin pump.
On a funnier note, I bought Noah a stuffed anaconda at the Phoenix Zoo last weekend. Last night when I was giving him bedtime kisses, he said, "Wait! Let Spotty give you your goodnight strangle."