Little Man has his own Facebook account. Before you threaten to burn me at the stake, it’s not under his name, his only friends are a handful of relatives that I added, and he is supervised while using the Facebook app on his tablet. His tablet time is also limited to about 45 minutes per week, if he earns it. So not only do you, anonymous reader, think we are shitty parents, so does he!!!
I’m sure all the disclaimers in the world won’t stop my spam from getting hit up with some stuff, so let’s move on.
He received the following chain mail message from an aunt last night. I also received the message. His response was rather different than mine, which was Why the fuck did you send me this?! I should egg your car tonight!
As I’ve mentioned before, the little guy tends to take things very literally. So when he read about how God had seen this and that in the message, he assumed that the only person who could know that was the big man himself and that his aunt must also be the big man by default.