“Hey, snap me, wouldya?”

My grandma peeped over my shoulder, and read my text message.
She asked me what that even meant.

I told her not to worry too much about it- it was just kid stuff.

*snap* – here’s a picture of this pizza that I am about to smash.

*snap* – here’s a picture of this couch I am about to take a nap on.

*snap* – here’s a selfie of my face with no make up, but a filter. Thankfully it goes away in ten seconds, so it doesn’t matter.

—– *Screen shot*

SAY WHAAAAT?!?