Teen emergency.... kinda.

Yesterday morning, Queenager dashes out. "I have to be at school early". Door clashes.

"Byeeeee", we yell, without doing the usual equipment check at the door. "Take your phone" I call, as she's half way up the street. Right, well, never mind.

Five minutes later the phone rings and we can see that it's her. "Somebody get that" I yell, as I help Little Guy brush his teeth. Despite living in an American house, there's no phone in the downstairs loo. The Ball & Chain manages to dive for the kitchen phone before it bounces into e-mail.

"What? What do you need? You're breaking up? Call back on a school phone."

She calls back twice more on her cell phone, perhaps hoping for miraculous improvement by ATT&T. It hasn't happend in twenty years, so why it would suddently improve cell phone reception in under five minutes is beyond me.

Given that she's attenpted to call home twice now, it appears to be a national emergency so we stand guard at various phones. Then my brain wave:

"Text her", I say. "She can always send and receive texts". Isn't that the way teens communicate these days anyway?

"WHAT DO U ND?" texts the B&C.

Some huge emergency. Her response????

"Why R U still in the House?"

Aarrgghh.