Zachary: Hey Mom. So that package you sent. Got a email saying ima get it today. And how do you spell my full name? ZachAry or ZachEry?
(Did he seriously just ask me how to spell his name???)
Zachary: Oh, okay. The shipping label says ZachEry.
ME: Whoever typed the label didn't type your name right.
The package will be delivered to the rental office.
Zachary: Noo Mom. They don't like that. I will be home. I coulda got my boy to get it if I wasn't. Now I don't know when to get ittttttt.
ME: I thought you were in class all day and I didn't want to leave the package outside.
Zachary: Nooooo. Only 3-5 today. I could have told my dude to pick it up who lives across the street or my neighbor.
My dude?? That sounds reassuring.
ME: I didn't know any of this.
Zachary: How do I know when it gets there?
Me: You will get an email saying it's been delivered.
Zachary: The email said 12am today.
ME: 12am is midnight, sure it wasn't 12pm?
Zachary: The email was at 6am doe.
Did the slang words I used sound this stupid to my parents?