So, I was sitting in my comfy rocking chair, alongside my hubbie, who was sitting in his, when I heard a piercing scream from the general direction of the kitchen.
“No, oh, no, no, no…” Daughter number one cried.
“What is it? Wait – oh no he didn’t!” added the other, sounding just as mortified.
I turned to my husband who sat there, quietly typing on his smartie phone, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
“What’s going on?” I asked, curious to know if I needed to call 911.
Both girls came running down the hallway and stopped just inside the living room.
“Daddy’s on Facebook!” They shrieked in unison.
Then he turned to me and answered, oh so casually. “I sent them a friend request.”