Teaching my dad to text < Anything

Just picking my nose sitting on the couch minding my own and I hear a familiar chime:

Dad: Hello hun. Wanted to let you know i have free texting. So text away. Love you.

Me: Cool beans, love you too.

Dad: Thank you

Me: For?

My phone rings, it's my dad. 'What's up and what are you thanking me for?'

'For telling me you loved me too and I just thought I'd call you. It's a lot easier and I don't get this whole texting thing.'

'Uh then why did you add unlimited texting...never mind.' Hang up.

Dad: Hi Weasel. What ya doing? (he calls me weasel, hence t. weezy...t is my first initial)

Me: Sitting here eating cupcakes (yes the raw batter ones) What about you?

Dad: Just finished eating prime rib. Wished i had a cupcake.

Me: Wish I had prime rib :)

Phone rings. It's Dad

Me: I'm making dinner, Dad.

Him: Sorry. Just wanted to know how you made the smiley face.

(Ohmygeeze no he didn't)

Him: o o         .  u  .-------- What do u think of this? LOL!

(I have no idea what to think of that, I don't even know what it is)

Me: It's okay I was just letting you know why I couldn't answer the phone.

Him: O. K. Call when your finished. (Are you kidding me!!!?!?)

Me: You use the colon : and then the parentheses ) together, like this :)

Him: I can't find the paranthesis. Don't even know how to spell it. (what the cuss...shoot me now pls)

Him: Found it. : )

Me: Cool

Him: Way

I was raised by this person?  Well that explains a lot.

Sidenote: The job interview went swell (still one to go tomorrow) AND the Starbucks giveaway is still going on...I guess no one really does like free coffee and now you're like 12 bitches in a bitch bus.