While I was driving one time, my husband texted me. I handed the phone to GG (age 14) and said, “Text Daddy that we’re on the way home.”
She took my phone and pressed buttons. Then she returned it to me.
A moment later, her own phone alerted her to an incoming text. “Look, Boo!” she said to her sister. “Mommy says I’m her favorite.”
Boo frowned at the screen, reading the text.
“She sent that herself!” I protested.
Boo shrugged. “I know,” she said. “It says ‘U R my fave.’ Obviously not from Mommy.”
You can’t fool Boo.