I Drew This

One of the first things I did when Gmail was released to bloggers, was to sign up my kids. Sure, they can’t read yet but I figure one day they’ll probably learn and will want to email their friends. So instead of them having usernames like littlemissl8382938576298 and little.miss.m09847au, I thought I’d get in early and stake a claim to their names while the going was good.

I have a Gmail address which is firstname.lastname@ and I have an evil twin: someone with the same name as me who obviously thought they got dibs on the good email address, when they didn’t. I get library notices when his books are about to be overdue. Last week I even logged on and renewed his travel guide to Spain (me… sorry, he and some friends are going on holiday to Ibiza. In fact, we may even be there now). I’d hate to have to pay the late fee.

Now it turns out one of the girls has an evil twin also. I had an email for her a few weeks ago from a friend of hers, talking about moving out of home and starting college. She’s from the US, and I figure must be 18 or so and starting uni in September. When I got this email, from Stephanie, her friend, I wrote back and let her know she had the wrong address. Now an email has come from her dad to her and her brother. It’s one of those “you’ve made your mother and I so proud” letters. We’ve all had those.

I’m a little concerned though that this other father of little miss L, who is so proud and making such an effort to connect with his little girl, doesn’t know her email address.

Of greater concern is the fact that he wrote the email in Comic Sans. What is it with Dads?