Nathan sent his first text message today, his nine-month birthday. Typed it, pressed Send, the whole bit, completely unassisted, just flailing, lucky thumbs. So sophisticated! He's reaching for the iPhone to do it again as I write this.
His prose, retyped here for posterity:
"zxaqaqno P"
Update: He just called Rigoletto Pizza. Maybe I should lock the phone.
Fingers
Thumbs
Shirt collars
Drawstrings on his pants
The lapel of his winter coat
Stroller harness straps
Mittens
Several plush toys
Plastic teething rings
Sophie the giraffe
The paper table topper at Landmarc
Clothing labels
A Poland Spring watter bottle
A TV remote control
An iPhone protective case
An iPhone charging stand
An iPhone
Two telephones
A business card
A soapy washcloth
A camera
Socks
Shoelaces
N.B. Charley has thus far avoided his imminent fate.
