Texting with Aidan was always fun. He spurned text shorthand, and tried to write everything grammatically. Here's one of the last exchanges we had; I was at work, and he was traveling to his home school co-op:
Aidan: Can you look up how long you need to wait before your bladder explodes?
A: I really have to go to the bathroom and Im on the train.
A: Im starting to feel like Im going to faint.
Me: Put ur head down between ur knees.
Me: Ru ok? I tried to call u.
A: Im not sure.
Me: Answer your phone.
Me: How now?
A: Im on the train. I dont want to be rude.
A: How now?
A: How do you mean, brown cow?
Me: Its not rude when ur mom is worried that ur going to faint.
A: Im feeling less of that now, but can you answer my question about bladder eruption?
Me: No I can't right now. Sorry. It is not going to explode.
A: Just you wait...
A: I need my levothyroxine, my heart beats are super uneven.
Me: Levo does not affect ur heart. It's for your thyroid.
Me: R u worried?
A: Not really.
Me: Ok. I will try to pick up ur levo on way home tonight.
A: The only thing Im worried about is your text talk.