Parents aren’t what they used to be. When my dad writes me an email, its by certain quirks I’ve come to expect that help me know its genuine. When I told my mom this, do you know how she replied?
I can in no way be sure that someone’s not posing as my mom, now. Really, Mom? ROFL? When I told Diana about it, she did a full-on ROFLcopter. It’s just a matter of time before the parents develop the technology to follow suit. By then, though, we’ll probably have already flown away in our ROFLstarship.