Sometimes Nate will watch a movie with us. It’s hard to predict what films grab him. He wouldn’t watch the final Harry Potter with us, though he was the one who bought it. He did watch Our Idiot Brother, which he seemed to like.
Last night, Joey, Karen and I sat down to watch Margin Call, an excellent movie on the behind the scenes maneuvers of Wall Streeters in late 2008. I wasn’t in that end of the business, but many of the characters struck an uncomfortably close chord and made me depressed. What a pointless career!
Nate didn’t watch with us. Instead he puttered around, drawing, watching cartoons, and using the iPad and computer.
During the movie, my phone chimed with a text. It was from Karen. Odd, in that she was under a black fuzzy blanket on the couch, but I thought maybe she had her phone and sent me a message. Here’s what I got:
“Just suck it, man!”
Nate had her phone. I’ve written about how Nate used my Facebook page (he calls it a Facebook article) to post his own bits of silliness (My Homegrown Hacker). He has no sense of proper protocol and has sent texts from Karen’s phone to her friends about the subjects that give him the giggles: cartoon characters wearing diapers, things that smell like stinky cheese. Imagine the perplexed recipient!
Of course, I sent Nate a crude response, for a joke, but he had moved on and didn’t catch it. Sometimes I can keep him going conversationally, to the amusement of us both, but not last night. Last night I just got a humorously nasty message.