And you're how old?

Morgan hit us at the dinner table yesterday with this:

"Mommy, can I use my money and get a phone?"

"A what, honey?"

"A phone."
"I don't understand, you mean in your room?"

"No, like the ones that you and daddy carry around when we're not home."

"Oh, a cell phone?"

"Yeah! Some kids on the bus have cell phones, and they talk to their friends and to their moms and dads."

Mommy couldn't help laughing. A cell phone! At age 5 (going on 16, of course)! I had planned for this discussion a couple of years down the road.

"Well, honey, cell phones cost a lot of money." After a brief discussion on the charges associated with such a necessity, she decided that it was one that could wait a while.