Mark doesn't know what he's missing

Except he usually does because I tell him to check his phone.

Those Fam-a-lam text conversations are solid gold.

This happened yesterday:

She's never not been a bit of a drama queen.

A few hours later, she sent this:

(Adam was happy enough to send a gif--although I just took a screen shot so you don't get the full effect of Tevye dancing.)

Then Emma sent this:

Last night (when I had Mark read it because I need to expose that kid to good literature), Adam wondered where Braeden was anyway in the "uncomfortably silent room."  Some kind of detention?  As complete as Emma's description was, I guess it left questions.

This, my friends, is why cell phones exist.  Getting missives from Emma isn't the only reason I have a cell phone, but if it were the only one, it would be a good enough reason.