The only way I could get my mother to agree to get a cell phone a few years ago was to tack her onto our family plan. So now she’s in New York City with an Austin area code and doesn’t use the phone that much, except when picking people up from JFK airport, which is a zoo. So when Will and I decided to fork it over for the new iPhones, we were just going to give my mother some new flip phone, which she didn’t really know how to use in the first place because it IS a complete pain in the ass to enter a name with those stupid menus (tap, tap, tap “c”. Grrr). So she never entered my name and then always seemed surprised to hear it was me when I called.

Then it occurred to me — Mom’s no technological slouch by any means. She took a full Photoshop class when she was 70, uses a big SLR camera, and has had two Apple computers. So what-the-hell, we decided to give her one of the older iPhones, because a 3GS is now $99 . (At least for us with new plans and contracts ;-) )

I told her to text me when she got it (good practice for new thumbs) and then didn’t hear a peep out of her for HOURS. When I finally called her to see what was up, she told me that she HAD sent me a text, and (this is where we assume that it’s obvious) she had sent it to our landline.

I thought that was just the cutest thing. That, and the absolute GLEE she’s having with it. She was giggling like a little kid. Awesome.