My son handed me a ‘card’ that said, “tacy fr chryneng my kukutel” and asked me if I could read it. I had heard him sounding it out so I said, “sure, it says Thank You For Training My Cockatiel” He answered, “Oh good, I spelled it right”
My mother’s texts all have numbers in them somehow. She doesn’t even have a sliding phone with a keyboard. She uses T9 and still manages to get numbers in at least half of the words.