A while later I noticed that he and Jeff were up to something.
They were laughing hysterically and pointing phones in the direction of a spectacle up the beach.
And then I noticed that the Teen was playing with my phone.
It would seem that the camera on my phone was better than his or something.
When I checked on the source of their hilarity they told me that there was a guy sitting there who was um...rather large...and looked as if he was wearing a sweater.
Except it was his hair.
I rolled my eyes.
It was what could be expected by a juvenile teen.
And it WAS kinda funny.
Later I noticed that there were about 5 or 6 photos of said man on my phone.
The following morning I received a call.
A very odd call.
It went something like this:
Ring.....
Me: Hello?
Unknown (older female) person: Who am I talking to?
Me: What?
UP: Who is this?
Me: Who am I talking to? {thinking....how rude is this person?!}
UP: Who am I talking to?
{Yes...this conversation actually occurred.} Sigh....
Me: Who are you wanting to speak to?
UP: Is this your phone?
Me: Yes.
UP: {using her angry voice} I received an obscene photo texted to me from your phone of a nude man on a beach.
Me: WHAT?!!!!
UP: Yes. I don't appreciate it AT ALL!!! I'm considering contacting the authorities.
Me: {Thinking mean thoughts about my teen} I am SO SORRY. My son was playing with my phone yesterday. I assure you that I would not send you an obscene photo. I am a 40+ woman with children!
UP: {calming down slightly} Oh. Well. {insert huffing} I can hear that you have children. {For once I was glad that they were being obnoxiously loud when I was on the phone}
Me: {wanting to say, "Oh yes! Lots and lots of them!!} I am so sorry. I will definitely be speaking to my son.
{Insert me wanting to pinch his little head off because I am thinking that he chose some random phone number to text the photo to. And I am also envisioning the news headlines..."Mom of 10, leading double life, found to be texting creepy photos to strangers." }
We finally hung up when I was reasonably sure she would not be contacting the authorities. I began plotting how I would punish my son.
When he got home, I asked him if he had sent a text from my phone while at the beach. He said, "Yes, I sent the picture from your phone to mine but I never got it."
Me: Yeah. {I think I should get some credit here because I refrained from saying something snotty like, "Yeah, genius. Do you think you might have typed in an incorrect phone number?} You just got your phone--did you possibly type the number wrong when you sent 'yourself' the photo?
Teen: I don't know. Maybe.
Me: Well...I just got a call from a very irate woman who says that *I* sent her an obscene photo of a naked man on a beach. {For the record, the man was NOT naked...it's just that he was sitting down and his swim suit was riding fashionably low.}
Teen: {Looking sheepish} Oh. Let me recheck my number.
The mystery was solved when we realized that the Teen had transposed two numbers and had sent the hideous photo to some poor {now traumatized} older woman who thought she was being targeted in some devious scam.
Nice.
I love being a mom.
And I love my teen. I can't wait until I have a house full of them.
Let's see....
Next year = 2 teens
In two years = 3 teens
In three years = back down to 2
In four years = still 2
In five years = 3
In six years = 4
In seven years = 5
In eight years = 7 teens living in our house {that is the year I am making my official reservation at the nut house}
