Mom, I was texting with some total stranger today.
Who … I thought you weren’t supposed to text at school.
It was at lunch. She thought I was someone else.
She was all: “Heyyy :).”
Turns out she thought I was her cousin.
Some guy named Mason.
Did you give her any personal information?
No, mom, she just had a wrong number.
But wouldn’t believe me
when I told her I wasn’t her cousin.
So I gave the phone to Deano.
What’d Deano do?
He asked her to bring food. She said okay.
She’s going to bring you food?
Yeah, and I asked her to bring food for Deano, too.
She’s going to bring us both food.
Jack, seriously, I don’t want you texting strangers.
Wait, did she give you her name?
Nope. But we’re going to call her Margaret.
Margaret with the food.
How do you know she’s a girl?
How do you know she’s not some pedophile profiling you?
Mom, I told you, she said “heyyy :)” with three Ys and a smiley face…
No guy does that.
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