We gave our daughter (10) a phone for emergencies. You know: Kidnapped, attacked, bleeding, broken, stalked.
My phone rang at work today. It was her. I panicked. OH NO! What's wrong?! Maybe she's calling from the trunk of a car.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Trey (brother) is bothering me."
I think we need to reconstitute what an emergency is.
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