"Mom. I need your help."
There is no speed on this good green Earth than that of a mother answering the call for help from her young. And of course, he no sooner hit the 'send' button that I was texting back "I'm home. Call me!"
Of course, there is no phone call, only another text back, "No, not that kind of help. I just need you to post something on your blog for me."
Sheesh. Are you kidding me?! Here I am with images of him sitting in a jail cell or hospital room and homeboy just wants to use my blog as his platform. Ugh. I hate kids sometimes, you know?
So, here is the uber-important thing that prompted Colin to text his mother more than once this week. It's a an "app" contest and (from what I can decipher from his texts--NOT a phone call) he is asking that we help him win by "liking" his app. He's in third place for whatever the heck this is and he needs our help.
Please visit and click "Like" for him (and me):
And hopefully, if he wins, he'll actually call me to thank me. But I'm not holding my breath.