An unexpected Facebook friend request showed up in my inbox today--from my Dad.
"Peevie Daddy wants to be friends on Facebook," the subject line read. My jaw dropped, but I immediately hit "Confirm Friend." Then I logged into my FB account and posted as my status, "I wonder how many nonagenarians have Facebook accounts?" Just curious.
I wanted to know what prompted dad to join FB, so I called him. My dad answered, but quickly handed the phone over to mom before I could get to the crux of the matter. (He was busy watching the Phillies lose to the Cubs for the second time in a row.)
"Mom," I said. "Guess what? Dad just friended me on Facebook!"
"That was me," she said.
"But it said 'Peevie Daddy wants to be friends,' not 'Peevie Momma,'" I said.
"It wouldn't let me put two names down," she said.
"Riiiiight," I said, "But why did you put dad's name and not your name?"
"Oh," she said, "I thought I should put dad's name down."
"Hmm," I said, "and why did you think that?"
"Because he's the daddy," she said with a simple, anachronistic non-sequitur.