I was just banned from Facebook. Not from the whole site, but from anything even remotely interesting on my son’s page. I didn’t even know he could do that, but he did, right before my eyes, and he narrated his withholdings in an onscreen chat.
It started when he took issue with my Status Line. Jessica was just mocked by her 14-year-old for not knowing the name of The Immigrant Song, I wrote.
He said that event wasn’t a big enough deal to warrant a “stat.”
“Oh, since when are you the boss of my status lines?” I typed to him.
“Since now,” he typed. And then, “I’m blocking you from all of my stat lines.”
“AND I’m blocking you from all of my Wall Notes.”
“Because you don’t like my status line?”
“I just blocked you from seeing anything about me,” he typed. Then added this: =)
And then the remarkable happened. He left the screen of his laptop and came marching in to my office to have an actual face-to-face conversation. “Your status lines are SO STUPID!” he said, nudging me out of the way of my own keyboard. He scrolled down my Profile Page. “Look! Look at this!”
Jessica experiences an inexplicable glee when she sees the geese just standing on top of a frozen Edgemont Pond.
“Why don’t you just say: Jessica likes geese?”
Jessica is taking the new popcorn maker for a test drive.
“This should say: Jessica is eating popcorn.”
Jessica is worried that the gecko is depressed.
“This is so stupid it shouldn’t even be up there at all!”
I guess I’d have to agree with that.
Jessica loves discussing minutiae...it is her downfall.
"Just write, 'Jessica loves to use words that no one can pronounce,'” he said. " That’s what you’re really saying."
Is this my comeuppance for making my mother walk three car lengths behind me for my entire adolescence? (Everyone can pronounce minutiae – it’s just hard to spell.)
Have I mentioned that I was in labor with him for 23 hours and it ended in a C-Section?
Finally, he cut me a little slack.
Jessica hates wind.
“This one’s ok,” he said. “But it’s still stupid.”