That Moment When...
That moment when you tell your child – who you haven’t seen in nearly a week and you’re trying to give him some space because he’s a teenage boy and that’s what they need despite the fact that it’s killing you that you haven’t talked to him – that you miss him and he responds with this.
Hear that? It might have been the sound of my heart shattering into a million pieces.
On the bright side, he hasn’t texted me 178 times like his sister. Including at least 20 like this.
This is a partial shot. There seriously were too many emojis to fit on the screen.
She misses me. She's told me 67 times.
Oops, make that 68.