“This phone is ridiculous! Can you figure this out?” My mom was attempting to access photos in her new phone.
“I can try but I have an iPhone so it’s totally different than the one you have. I’m also driving right now,” I said.
Her normal speaking voice is loud and piercing. If it’s soft and gentle, she’s asleep.
“This is an iPhone.”
“No, it’s not.”
“The man at the store told me this is an iPhone.”
“He either lied to you or he said it’s like an iPhone. It’s touch screen but it’s not the same thing.”
“Oh,” she paused. “And what’s the deal with using capital letters when you text? Someone at work told me it means you’re shouting when you use capitals.”
“Sometimes, yes. But with you, I know texting on that tiny keypad is a challenge so if you use capitals I don’t think you’re shouting at me. You do shout in person, though.”
“You’re a brat.”