You know how when a kid is old enough to form a sentence, the first thing they ask for is a puppy?
Well, the second thing kids ask for is a cell phone.
I’m never getting my kids a puppy.
The cell phone, however, kind of just landed into my lap. I had the opportunity to try out a cell phone for the kids, and of course, I jumped on it.
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This is a new cell phone geared toward kids; it’s got fun gadgets, and a camera, and you can download games on it, and… and…it’s just way cool.
Let me first just say I truly love this phone. Love it! It works with a pay-as-you-go plan, so there are no monthly charges; you put some money into your account, like say, twenty bucks, and then the kids use the phone as necessary. Ten cents a minute is all, no matter where they’re dialing.
So, I love this phone.
But, I do have to say, my kids having a phone is like that old commercial with the frying pan and the egg. “This is your brain, this is your brain on drugs.”
This is your phone, this is your phone and all three of you are going to kill each other over it.
They don’t really need a cell phone, because I am a cruel mother and never let them out of my sight. They don’t venture too far from me yet, but I know someday, they’re gonna fly this coop, so I need to be prepared. I need to know they’re at the movies, or with a pal, not hanging out in some alley sharing needles or huffing some old paint. So, this is why they will need a cell phone eventually.
I let them try it out. I let Diva take it with her to the next street over which is a cul-de-sac.
“Don’t call me. I’ll call YOU when it’s time to come home,” I instructed her.
“OK! Thanks Mom! Bye Mom! I love you Mom!” (Yeah, she loves me cuz she’s got a cell phone in her pocket!)
“Love you too! Don’t call me!”
Two minutes later…
“Hi Mom, I’m here.”
“Yes, I know Diva. I can see you from the kitchen window.”
“Bye honey. Don’t call again.”
“Love you too, do not call me again!”
Thirty seconds later…
“Hi Mommy, I’m sorry I’m calling, but I knew I should ask your permission. Can I take a picture of my friends on my cell phone?”
“OK, but don’t call again.”
“OK, love you!”
You guessed it. Again she calls, for another stupid reason, and I tell her if she calls again, I am not going to let her use the phone any longer.
“But Mom, I just miss you, and wanted to tell you how much I love you!”
“I love you too.” Pause. “Do not call again.”
She does. Call again. And I can still see her from the kitchen window, but you know what? I guess I don’t care that she has called me like seven times in a matter of four minutes. She wants me to know where she is and that she is being responsible and not getting into any trouble…
She wants to stay connected.
And that’s the best thing about this Kajeet cell phone. We’re connected. Still. It’s almost as if her father never actually cut that cord eight years ago, and if a cell phone makes me feel this way, then it’s all good!
Anyway, this KAJEET phone is a great way to keep your kids connected. There are all sorts of ways to block calls, allow only certain people to call, limit their time on the phone. It’s definitely on the cutting edge of kid-cell phones, and my kids cannot get enough of it.
And I love it because I will always know where they are, even if they are not really old enough to venture away from me further than the cul-de-sac at the street over. And I also love it because it doesn’t bark or pee or hump my leg like a puppy would.
Yay Kajeet! Go out and get yourself one. For your family. For your sanity! INSTEAD OF A PUPPY!*
*A special note to M—I know you love puppies, and I do love doggies too, just not one in my own home! Winka winka!