How I was bullied into getting an iPhone

This all started when my son came up to me and asked if he could get an iPod. I told him to put it on his Christmas wish list. He said that he didn't want to wait and that he would save up half if I would pay the other half. I reluctantly agreed.

He then got all excited and said that he couldn't wait until he got it because he was going to watch movies off the Internet at school. I proceeded to tell him that, "A" I don't think that the school has wifi; and "B", I don't think the teachers are going to take too kindly to him watching a show instead of paying attention to class. Not caring about the getting in trouble part, he asked about the connection part and I told him that maybe he was mistaking the iPod for the iPhone.

Big mistake.

Now, he wanted an iPhone instead. I told him that the hubby had an iPhone and that I really don't think a fourteen year old needed one.

Later, I told the hubby about this and he got a gleam in his eye. Great. He had a wonderful idea that Jordon could have his iPhone and he could get the new iPhone. Maybe he didn't hear the part about me saying that a fourteen year old didn't need an iPhone? He explained how it would actually be cheaper putting him on his plan instead of buying him minutes on his other phone.

Being the pushover that I was, I agreed and next thing I knew, the hubby was handing Jordon his "new" iPhone and they both sat there playing with their phones.

The hubby looks happens to look over at me and raises an eyebrow. He suggests that maybe I should get one. Now, one thing about me is that I don't get all excited about fancy phones and uploading (or, is it downloading?) music and blah, blah, blah. I keep my phone until it totally dies, or accidentally falls in the toilet.

For a split second I consider it. I mistakenly open my mouth and mention that it would be nice to have some photos to show clients like the other hip photographers do with their iPhones.

That was all that the hubby needed to hear. Next thing I know, we are at the cell phone place canceling my service and getting me an iPhone. It all happened so fast, I didn't know what hit me.

Do I like my new phone? It took me awhile to get used to it and I really don't like that I can't text without looking anymore, but it's not bad-oh, and I love the "Talking Carl" app. I'm a dork.

I guess this was one time that I didn't mind being bullied.