Tomorrow

Tomorrow's the day my daughter gets a cellphone.

The least expensive, least-capable, most cost-limiting one around. No camera. No web browser. Text capable.

We're buying the phone. She knows its a Major Gift, and it'll impact the size of any other gifts this year.

She's paying for the minutes. She needs more, she pays for more. She runs out, she runs out. She knows that.

She's delighted.