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Peeking crazy


I love and hate my town. I love it cause I know most of the people in it. I hate it cause I know most of the people in it.

In efforts to give our kids as much as possible, many of Reagans friends have cell phones. We've resisted. The times sure have changed, I wasn't even given change to use the pay phone back when I was 10. Ah, 1981, good times.

So, I am letting Reagan try a half way step. This device, called the Peek, is an email and texting gadget. It has its own cell connection, so you can use it on the go but is not a phone.

Reagan and I used to use walki-talkis to keep in touch when she went out to the bus stop (on a main road, a couple away from ours). So, this morning I got this text sent to my phone just seconds after she pressed send:
"FRM: Reagan
SUBJ: Bus
MSG: I am on bus. All is good. Love u. Reagan"

Aww. I had the conversation with her this morning how she should assume everything she types on there will be seen by everyone, including her parents. We went through it last night and found her emailing to her friends... No privacy concerns here.

The idea is she can always get a hold of Mel or I via texting. This way if we are late to one of her many social appts or she needs help, we are there. Texting is a good way to accomplish this for now.

We'll see how this goes. I am already dreading it.

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