faulty vision
“You should journal that,” my husband told me, the last time I passed on something ridiculous and funny that our son had done.
“Meh,” I said, because I am lazy.
“Or you should just email him, so he can read it later, like in that commercial,” he said. “He has an email.” (Fact: we might have preemptively farmed out some domain and login names on popular services.)
(…but not on Facebook.)
(He’ll thank us later.)
(Gosh, I wish we’d chosen a shorter name for him.)
So that’s what I’ve started doing. I kind of wish I’d done it earlier, but you know? I had a really embarrassing tendency to get all … sappy when he was younger. It’s probably just as well I didn’t.
In other news, he’s not technically allowed to have an email address, did you know? It’s against the law. After all, parents can’t be expected to do the work of actual parenting all on their own. That would be too much like taking responsibility, and that would be UNAMERICAN.
However, breaking the law is completely American, so I’m well within my God-given rights on that front. And that there, my friends, is what we call Internet Logic.
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