3 is the New 16.

Oh, lord help me. I thought I had more time before the preteen years hit.

While Luke was making dinner for me last night, and I was relaxing in front of my computer Maddy pulled Luke’s old cell phone out and started playing. Somehow she figured out how to turn it on and somehow it still had enough battery to turn on and function, well without the ability to call anyone. With beeping sounds, numbers lining up across the lit up screen and a random womans voice asking to state a voice command occasionally she settled herself into the over-sized suede chair in the living room to make some calls, mostly to Meme (my mom) and Papa (my dad), and to in her words “texted” people.

Hello child, your not even three yet. Texting is not an option. And seriously how do you know what texting is?

Luke and I joked that we were already fearful of our future cell phone bills if she was already practicing her texting.

Little did we know that the fear wouldn’t actually set in until we sat down for dinner and when asked if she would put down the cell phone so we could eat would respond, “Not quite yet mommy, I have more texted.” Good lord I’m not ready for the preteen and teen years, I thought I had another decade before I had to start laying down rules like “no cell phones at the table.” Eventually she gave up the phone and we had a lovely meal but I wasn’t aware that 3 was the new 16.