It was only a dream...

The other night, I decided to set A up with Yahoo Instant Messenger on his laptop. I had a few reasons - first and foremost, I could set it so that it signs him in automatically every time he accesses the internet. This means I can always see when he's online. Second, he has a tendency to hang out in his room reading video game FAQ's, and I hate having to yell up the stairs for him. Third, I could add his dad to his list, and they'd have another way of communicating. It's all good, right?

For the sake of the safety police, I also set it so that he can't get messages from anyone who is not on his messenger list - preventing random strangers from talking to him. I also check his browser history regularly, just to make sure he's not doing anything stupid online. He's eleven - need I say more?

So anyway, a couple of days ago, after watching our evening Seinfeld reruns (it's been pretty good lately -they've been showing the ones with Babu Bhatt and Elaine knocking Ping, the Chinese delivery guy, off his bike), A went up to his bedroom to hang out. He was on his laptop, and bouncing up and down on the bed. I'm not sure how one does those things simultaneously, but I guess perhaps I'm just too old to understand.

Let there be no question why I love this child more than life itself.

C : I see you.
A: no you don't
C: yuh-huh
A: nu-uh stalker
C: hahahahahahaha
A: yeah yea keep laughing
C: put some pants on, jeez.
C: I see London, I see France.
A: i'm wearing them
C: I hear you, too.
C: Mr. Squeaky Bed
A: what did i say, stalker
C: you WISH I was a stalker.
A: right, you're worse
C: or at least a stalker with pie.
A: pie
C: right. I'm a stalker without pie.
A: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
A: pie
A: poie
C: serves you right, you little demon.
A: gimme pie
C: you pieless demon.
A: meat pie
C: no pie for you. come back one year!
A: ok
A: ping
C: just don't run into me on my bike.
A: you bad lady, very very bad lady
A: I'm still wearing pants
C: and I'm still eating pie without you
C: this pie is awesome.
C: ooops
C: now it's gone
C: sorry.
C: I even ate the fork and plate, it was so good
A: I just found pie.
A: it was in my pants pocket
C: that's it. back to Pakistan with you.
A: i love you
C: I love you too. Now go get me some more pie.