More 12-year old logic

About 40 minutes ago, Baby B called me at work and wanted to know if it was okay if he went over to my house because he’s bored at his mom’s.  I moved a block away from my ex for this specific reason.

“Sure,” I told him.  “Just call me and let me know when  you get there.  I then reminded him of the rules for being home alone:  no playing outside, don’t ever answer the door for anybody, and if there’s an emergency to call 911.

Five minutes pass and my phone rings.  It’s Baby B telling me that they’re just now leaving their mom’s house.

“I told you to call me when you got there, not when you left,” I tell him.

“I didn’t want to get in trouble not leaving right away,” he explained.

“Yeah, ” I quipped, “because you get in trouble for that all the time.”

Twenty minutes pass and I have not received a call from either of them.  It only takes 5 minutes to walk from her house to mine so I call Baby B.

“Um, where are  you?” I ask him after he answered the phone.

“At home,” he answered, meaning my house.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I texted you.”

“Son, do you remember why I gave you my work number?”

“Yeah, you don’t get a signal at work.”

“That means I didn’t get your text, son.”

“I texted your work phone.”

What?!

“Son, my work phone is a landline.  Do we get texts on our home phone?”

“No.”

“Do you know of any home phones that can text?”  I asked this knowing that there is such a thing as home phones that text, but I know he doesn’t.

“No.”

“So then why would you text my work phone?”

“I don’t know.”

Ugh….  I love my children but sometimes….  Well, just sometimes.