Today I was cleaning up Tori's room and Tyler walked in to tell me he wanted a snack. Before I could ask him what he wanted, he found my old (really old) cell phone and asked if he could play with it. It's completely destroyed, I really don't care if it gets thrown away or flushed down the toilet or taken apart as a science experiment. I told him he could do whatever he wanted with it. I asked him a few seconds later to pick something up for me and he said, "Hang on, Mom!" I am not used to getting such attitude from Tyler over something so small, so I asked what he was doing that was so important. He replied, "Ugh. I'm texting Nicole. I'll be done in a second."