Keep in mind that when Beni and I were in college, email was just getting off the ground. The events of this week proved that an old dog can be taught new tricks. (And that I’m going to get in trouble for calling my wife an old dog.)
At the behest of her sister, my soon-to-be thirtysomething wife joined MySpace.com, the social networking site that attracts individuals who are a few, if not many, years her junior. To Beni’s credit, her page reflects who she is – a proud and hip mama – and not someone trying to relive or recreate her youth.
The inordinate amount of time that Beni spent perfecting her page provided the occasion for this particularly funny family exchange:
Me (noticing that Beni’s face is again illuminated by the lap top): "Beni, are you busy counting up all your friends from MySpace?"
Beni (obviously distracted): "Huh?"
Me: "Are you busy counting your MySpace frie…"
Olivia (interrupting): "It’s not your space, Daddy. It’s Mommy’s space!"
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