I might have created a monster
In the interest of helping my daughter keep in touch and share her excellent story-writing with our far-flung and sort of huge family, we recently set her up with her own e-mail address.
She’s had a lot of fun writing to her grandmas, grandpas, aunts and others.
But… it might be a bit too much fun. I apologize in advance to the said grandmas, grandpas and aunts, if you’re reading this blog, because she’s gotten a little carried away.
Case in point, the email her dad got last night at work. All it said was:
SEND ME MORE EMAILS
All-caps, with weird spacing like a ransom note.
I’m a bit afraid.
